The next morning Aaron was up and out of bed at the first sound of Mas voice waking him. Unlike all the other past mornings, Aaron didnt even consider lingering this morning but instead he bounded up at the first sound of her voice and was in the shower within moments of having heard her call him. He was taking no chances. The shower was, as usual, steamy and hot as the water cascaded down over his bare, youthful body including the streams of foamy soap that dripped down his abbs. Aaron used more soap than usual this morning, but the hot water tingled his skin as it rolled down over his ass and buns and somehow brought back to memory what he had been put through the prior night over at Jeb's. Aaron stretched out turning and bending at his waist. Then he opened the shower curtain until he could finally see his own bare ass in the mirror above the bathroom sink. The still red color of his buns really surprised him. For sure, even this morning the results of Jebs having paddled him last evening were very evident. Just looking at his red ass in the mirror made what he had been through perfectly obvious, but when Aaron saw the two marks Jeb had sharply laid across his buns to remind him to pay attention, he knew his life around here had changed. Summer was just beginning and already he had had his ass paddled! For sure he was going to pay attention and that started right now.
Aaron quickly turned off the water and furiously toweled off as fast as he could. He carefully considered the soreness of his ass. Even the towels touch reinforced its tenderness. Aaron tried lotion. He even tried Aloe Vera fresh cut off one of the plants in the hallway, and he massaged all of it on his buns with a determination and vigor he hadnt known before. Nothing seem to help much nor matter. His ass still hurt and was tender. He wrapped the white cotton bath towel around his waist and went back into his room. Pulling open the bottom drawer of the chest in which he kept his things here, Aaron searched it out and finally found his biggest boxer shorts and his roomiest, most baggy jeans. He wanted to be sure he was working around the farm today with the least amount of discomfort.
The clock was still ticking and time was running out even though it was still painfully early and the sun was just beginning to break through the darkness. Ma had said what time breakfast was over a month ago and nothing had changed around the farm in that regard. Aaron stared at the clock in his room and quickly bounded down the stairs two at a time. He was sitting there – however gently and carefully, to be sure -- at Mas kitchen table a good fifteen minutes earlier than he had ever been there before. He was also exactly on time.
Ma, for her part, seemed surprised. She hadnt observed his gingerly sitting. Mas attention was turned to breakfast. She hadnt even begun to get the eggs out of the fridge and the ham had only just begun frying with that marvelous smell and sizzling noise in her skillet. He sat there at her table and tried his best to ignore his initial soreness in his doing so.
Well, well, arent you the early bird this morning, Ma commented when she looked at him quizzically.
Yes, ma'am, Aaron replied. He wasnt sure if she knew or not about Jebs place last night?
Apparently my ruler taught you some promptness, she spoke with some pride in her voice before she went on turning back to her work and no longer looking at him, Ill have to remember that for the future.
Yes, maam, Aaron replied again, you sure did teach me promptness. But he didnt want her to remember anything for the future. No way! Getting spanked so early in the morning over her lap was no fun. That one time was enough to teach him that for sure! Instead Aaron was intently concentrating on pouring the freshly squeezed orange juice and trying to ignore her comment. Still, he was also paying close attention to her and watching her intently. He wanted no more trouble from her or from her ruler!
Good, she replied, just so we understand each other. Ma looked at him with a strange glance he had not seen before, but then she added almost as an afterthought, However I will keep my ruler out and I intend to use it as needs be.
_d_a_m_n_! He hated hearing her even say that! Yes, maam, once again he assured her and he made a point to keep his tone as polite as possible. Aaron was not going to push his luck. No way! He had clearly heard her use the word intend with the clear implication that he was going to be feeling her ruler again, but he had no intension of getting into any further trouble with her or ever having his ass bare up over her knees again. No way! He felt his mouth go dry though anyway as he knew now for a fact that if she decided she was going to spank him again, if would happen and it was going to be with that dreaded ruler.
Aaron sat there quietly. He was just looking at her.
Luckily before she could say anything further, Pops appeared and half stumbled in a few moments later. While Ma was for sure a morning person, Pops was the exact opposite. He yawned loudly and he made his way into her kitchen. His hands were still rubbing the sleep from his eyes but his overalls were up and on and he was pushing the straps up higher over his shoulders. Pops did not care what he dressed in when they were working in the morning. Those were the same overalls he pulled on every morning. As he always did, he headed directly for the fresh coffee pot and poured himself his normally huge special cup full as he had in this kitchen for a half a century or more. Pops paused savoring the aroma and seemed to liven up a tiny bit. He cleared his throat coarsely a couple of times and lifted that steaming hot cup to his lips to sip it some.
Then wandering slowly over to the table and looking almost like he would pass out in sleep again at any moment as he did every morning, Pops sat down right beside Aaron. Even though Pops and Aaron were both sitting on the side of the round oak table that faced Mas back as she stood over her stove, Pops said nothing and hardly did more than glance over fleetingly at the young man who had never been there at the table before he got there in the past. Pops just looked at him again as if surprised, maybe even shocked, by it all.
Aaron, on his part, smiled and tried to appear friendly but he said nothing at all. He wanted to insure nothing went wrong. The memories of his time across Jebs knees last night and in his corner were simply too fresh to be toyed with. Protecting his bare ass from all three of them was suddenly his number one priority.
Breakfast was, consequently, refined, genteel, and rather quiet. Ma brought both of them a full plate of fried thick ham, easy over farm eggs, country potatoes, and a heap of buttered toast and then she sat down with just a piece of toast in front of her. Ma railed on with the blessing and thanking the Good Lord for her great grandsons promptness, but otherwise things were as they always were. Quiet! Pops and Ma finally talked but Aaron only sat there listening. He had made up his own mind never to given then any cause to be disappointed in him again!
Over on the spread next door, Jeb was also up with his own hands curled around a mug of piping hot coffee. Thank God for automatic coffee makers with timers. Bachelorhood had its own challenges since he wife and his own boys had moved out and into town. He too sat down in his kitchen, at his own old oak wooden kitchen table. He too was half awake as dawn was breaking and the beginning string of light was starting to enter through the kitchen window that really needed to be cleaned soon. Jebs thoughts though turned to remembering the beautiful boy from last night and the task he had accomplished in spanking that boys bare ass for him. That boys bare ass was still vivid in his own mind as it had hung bare over his own knees just before and also while it was being paddled. It had been nicely tight and clenched determinedly, as a boys virgin ass always was, with firm pure white buns of well formed buns and nice strong thighs that had striven hard to protect it from the threat of Jebs right palm when Jeb had caressed it and from Jebs paddle as Jeb had disciplined it and the boy as well. Jeb hadnt had a boy that fresh and nicely built over his knees for a very long time. And the fact that this particular young man lived only on the next spread made it all even the more interesting. He smiled as he replayed it all over again as he sat there waking up with his own cup of coffee.
But memories have a think they can do to you. Jeb let his own ones wander widely and then he made a point to plan his day so he would have enough time to drop over to Pops in the afternoon. He wanted to see the look on the face of that young man he had just spanked last night. The boy, he hoped, would need more and sooner rather than later. After all, Pops had intimated half as much.
Pops and Aaron, by this time, had finished their own breakfasts and were at that same moment hiking themselves up into the cab of Pops old pick up. Time to deal with the stock and then the fields. Dawn was breaking. Jeb, on the other hand, was behind schedule and lost in his own thoughts.
Driving down to the barn to care for the stock was always the first thing on the agenda over at Pops place. Aaron had gingerly eased himself into the seat in the cab. Both Pops and Aaron knew exactly what needed to be done and they were setting about doing it. Neither said a single word. Regardless of the oversized pants Aaron had worn this day, every time he moved on the seat he was reminded of his lessons over Jebs knees just last night. He had never been through anything like that before. It was sure different from just being restricted to his room for a few hours or so!
When Pops and the boy had left Mas kitchen, Ma set about cleaning it and putting everything away until her kitchen was once again absolutely spotless and looking like it had never been used at all. It was always like that. In fact, her kitchen always looked exactly the same every day and had done so for years. The only difference was that a ruler that now sat alone and all by itself on the counter. You couldnt help notice it sitting there now.
As she did every morning, Ma began her morning with readings and prayers; and then, as she had for twenty or more years, she began her party line phone conversations with those same dear and trusted friends she had always discussed things with every morning. This morning it was a bit different though following yesterday when she had told them about her having to had spanked Aaron with her ruler. The women were quick to pick up on that one. Had she spanked Aaron again last night? Each of her friends who were joining in that mornings conversation had in one way or another discretely asked. Bertie, about 27 miles away and on the opposite side of the town, was the first to be blunt in voicing her two cents worth that she should have spanked him last night without fail, mind you now. After all, she told them all, when her grandson from the city, Danny, had been staying with her for awhile and helping her with things around the house after her husband of many years had passed on, she had found it necessary to spank him too. Yes, she told them all in a confessional admission, Danny had been almost six months younger than Aaron was now but boys these days, she pontificated with all the sounds of an expert authority in her voice, need punishment as they rarely get it in these modern homes. She went on to assure them it wasnt like it was when we were growing up. Besides she knew from experience as Danny had needed to be spanked at least a couple of times a week when he had been staying with her and she never hesitated either. On that party line Bertie assured them all that discipline and punishment had shaped Danny up and quickly too. Why, the first time I made him bend over my lap and I gave him a good smacking on the seat of his jeans, it made no difference at all, she told her hush listeners, but then I realized it worked so much better when I made him pull his pants and undies down and made him get over my lap and on his bare bottom. Bertie made no bones about it, yeppie, that! s the o nly way you must punish that Aaron of yours, Ma, she told Ma directly with the others listening directly as she used the same name for Ma that everyone in town called her. Thats the best way. It used to always be done that way, remember? Well, sure you do and thats the way you got to do it now, Bertie lectured Ma as the others chimed in with an ah huh and a thats right every now and them. Bernie had said she herself had gone out and rounded up an old Ping-Pong paddle from a childrens set she saw at a lawn sale and she had pounded a nail in her kitchen and kept it hanging there so she could get to it quickly whenever Danny hadnt minded and needed to feel it. And, Bertie assured them all he had needed to feel it a lot especially at first. Bertie was clear, yes-um, Id just take it down off my kitchen wall and make him pull down his pants and undies while I pulled chair from around my table and Id paddle him with it until you could have heard him in the next county, I did. Then Id stand him in the corner too and let him cry his heard out while I went about my kitchen work. Didnt take but long for him to begin to listen, no maam it certainly didnt. So, Bertie repeated assured them all, there is absolutely no reason at all the same wouldnt work with your Aaron. Nopie, no reason at all. It was what needed done. You should have paddled him last night, I assure you. Ma, Bertie concluded, had been too easy on the boy for sure.
The other women on the party line that morning seemed to all agree. At least no one raised an opposite point of view. No one argued or even mentioned quiet time or time outs or even privileges or anything that that at all. Not these women. The matter was quickly settled in the minds of the party line ladies that morning and that was simply the way it ought to be.
Sarah then became a bit more strident and against her normally quiet manner, she added that she felt Ma should at least take Aaron aside and make it quite clear to him how she expected things to change around the house and not just have limited it to his being on time for breakfast. That was her mistake, Sarah assured Ma and them all. Boys especially need to know exactly what you expect of them, Sarah had said, and then you have to enforce it.
Gertie herself just couldnt seem to understand why Ma had not been more stern with the boy? After all, she reminded them, the good book says not to spare the rod. She couldnt remember just where it said that though she promised to ask Pastor Hermon, but she was sure it meant that Ma should have spanked the boy again just to be sure. That was what the good book teaches, she was positive. And the other women agreed.
Martha was not as sure as Gertie about the good book but she simply could not see any reason why it would not have been a good idea to spank him again? You know, Gertie had said, just to make things very clear what you expect. After all, it is your house hes staying in.
Others pointed out that they had spanked their sons when they had been growing up and what nice men they had turned out to be now. None of them seemed to much care how Ma spanked Aaron; but ahuh, yep, it was certainly the gist of the party line women that morning that Ma needed to follow up on things to keep the boy in line and to do so frequently.
Then Mildred came on line late and when she was brought up to date on things by Sarah concerning the goings on in Mas house, Mildred told them all about her neighbor, Millie, the unfortunately single woman who lived next door to her and had been left with two teenage boys when her husband took off with that floozy from the other side of town those several years ago. Adding the fact that she knew Millie had gentleman callers and was not virtuous enough to be a model for anything or anybody, still Mildred told them all that she had heard Millie paddling both her two boys only last evening in her next door kitchen and she was sure Ma ought to do the same. She said she had been surprised when she heard both boys crying and yelling just as she was finishing up her own dishes. And when she looked out of her own kitchen window toward Millies kitchen to see what the problem was, Mildred said she could see in the window and saw both of the boys laying across the kitchen table with their pants and underwear down as Millie cracked her own paddle across their bare fannies for them. That was how it should be, Mildred had told them all. Millie paddled both of them for a good long time and I could hear both of them crying even longer and you should have seen their legs squirming around and moving up and down as she paddled them too. Yes, maam, this was how it should be, no questions about it either.
The ladies all agreed right then that Millie, whom none of them especially cared for, had been absolutely right in paddling those two boys. She deserved credit for that and they were all sure she would paddle them again too.
The phone lines blared hot that morning with the ladies all offering their experience as well as their own expert opinions to Ma on her own raising of young Aaron. But their conclusion remained the same: Ma had done right but she had been far too easy on Aaron for Aarons own good. Spanking a boy Aarons age was certainly not to be considered old fashioned, at least not among these ladies! Aaron should be spanked again.
Ma had listened on the phone carefully as she sat there quietly with her cup of morning coffee in her own kitchen while they all talked on. And, Mas ruler still sat there on the side of the counter where she could see it as they talked. Ma began to know they were right. Maybe she had been neglectful of Aaron? She remembered that she and Pops had not been so easy on their own two sons when they had been growing up and both of them turned out extremely well. And she began to think about what Gertie had said. Ma too remembered the good book had said something about that after all. She certainly did not want to neglect her duty with young Aaron so maybe she should have another conversation with the boy when he got back? Ma well knew the value of discipline for boys from when she had been a school teacher for so many years. She would think about this. After all, it couldnt hurt! It might be a good idea to talk with him more?
So the ladies had been in agreement. Now Ma was in agreement too. It was time for a change for young Aaron.
Pops for his part was by this time out in the field again with Aaron. The stock were all taken care of and he and Aaron were looking after field chores and checking for any barbwire fence that might need mending. Aaron was going out of his way at being especially obedient but he was also very silent this morning. Of course, Pops understood why. The boy should be like this, Pops knew. He should have taken the boy over to Jebs place a long time ago, he thought to himself. There was no doubt in his mind about that at all. And he was going to take the boy over to Jebs place again . . . definitely!
However, Pops looked over at the boy and watched him carefully as he went about his chores this morning. Jeb would certainly be able to provide the boy with the discipline he needed, he knew from last night. BUT, Pops himself thought that he too should still also be providing his own discipline to Aarons young ass. After all, there was no reason why the boy should need to wait until they were over at Jebs place and only then get his ass spanked. The boy had been very respectful after Jeb had spanked him last night. The young man should be equally respectful at home, or in the field, or wherever they happened to be. Pops made up his mind that he was going to look for the old razor strap he used to have in the barn out behind the house. Pops was going to begin to use it again too! That was, after all, as things should be from now on.
Aarons young life had definitely changed unbeknownst to Aaron himself. Ma, Pops, and Jeb all knew that now. Aaron, for his part, suspected something was different now too, but he had no idea how significantly things were changing and how rapidly. Not yet anyway. The adults had decided discipline and punishment had to be brought back into this young mans life. All three of the adults agreed on that! More so, one, Ma, certainly had the approval of the community. The second, Jeb, was looking forward to spanking the boy again, and for whatever reason Jeb did not much care. And, the third, Pops was beginning to feel his own oats now and that meant he himself should be spanking the boy again and soon. He would not play second fiddle to either Ma or Jeb.
Regardless of all of any of that, as Aaron did his work on Pops spread that day, the chafing of his oversized boxers and pants still managed to rub the skin on his bottom in ways that was an almost constant reminder of the fact that his ass was still sore from having been across Jebs knees last night. Aaron kept thinking of that last night as he worked that day. Somehow he couldnt keep himself from not thinking of last night and how Jeb had taken down his clothes for him and all, seen him naked and all, then had actually pulled him over his knees with his ass bare and up and all, and had actually spanked him hard. Jebs spanking had hurt. He had never imagined what it would feel like to be spanked bare and all by a guy like Jeb and to have cried his own eyes out like he had. And at his age. And then Jeb had touched him, even held him, and seemed to be saying it was all OK; it was all over. It was all right. Aaron did his work and his chores but he could not stop thinking about it. His _c_o_c_k_ kept on giving an ever so small reaction as he thought about things even while he kept trying to focus on his chores for Pops. Somehow Aaron knew even right then that for some unexplained reason he wanted to get to know more of Jeb anyway.
Where would it go from there? Not a single one of them was sure. But, one thing was perfectly sure: things were going to be different from then on. And they were, believe me, they were. Aaron quickly became extremely attentive to all his elders as well as to the tasks he was doing for Pops on that spread. For Jeb? Well, for Jeb the summer of 2002 turned out to be close to heaven!
And where did this all happen? Do your due diligence in rural Nevada.