We had all been up to the woods a lot of times that summer and after the crow man had watched us and subsequently brought his friend as well, I wasn’t sure if he had said something to the farmer as later that year he came to our house to see father. Mother came up to my room and told me that they were downstairs in the lounge and I had to go down. I was ready for bed and didn’t know what to think as I opened the door and saw them sitting there. I must have turned bright red as my father accused me of causing trouble on the farmland and asked me what I had been up to. I didn’t know what to say as they both looked at me. I had no idea what he was talking about or what the farmer might have said but by the look on my face father obviously didn’t need any more proof or for me to explain any further as he stood up and pulled his chair out into the middle of the room. I stood there in my nightie not daring to look at the farmer as father pulled me over his knee and lifted my hem up over my back while telling his boss that as he well knew, I had always been a problem and regularly needed teaching a lesson although I never seemed to learn. He hoisted me right over his knee and with my fingers reaching the carpet and I could look behind to see the farmer watching me as father continued talking. While this was going on, he took his time and pushed me down with his left hand and used the other to pull my leg closer to him as he hooked his leg around the outermost one, leaving me spread open and pinned down as they continued talking. Father had his hand on my cheek and was pulling it towards him as they talked about me. I could see the farmer had shifted forward to the edge of the settee and leaned forward only about two or three feet from us with his eyes staring right between my wide open cheeks all the time as the door opened, and Luke came into the room, and greeted the farmer and proceeded to tell father that mother was going to take the old man next door his dinner and did he know we were out of eggs. A discussion started then with the farmer telling him that he would give father some in the morning and not to worry, while all the time I was still lying over his lap spread wide open. I could see that Luke was looking down at me now, while the two of them carried on talking until Luke turned around and left and father hooked my leg harder to the left and resumed the conversation. He told him that he would teach me a lesson as he started smacking one cheek and then the other. I could see the farmer watching as I started to struggle only to have father stop briefly and pull my leg back hard against his hip before smacking the inside of my thigh several times before stopping and rubbing my cheeks as he addressed the farmer who asked him if he had ever tried the belt. He replied that he always used his hand and pulling one cheek to the side, indicating how red it was becoming and how he preferred this method. The farmer leaned in even further to see how things were developing as father resumed his strokes to my thigh and up to one cheek and then the other. He stopped again and rubbed each cheek in turn pointing out to his boss how red they were now becoming and the farmer stood up and bent over me to examine the result as father resumed the strokes. When he stopped again, he moved his hand from the small of my back and used both hands to massage my cheeks, gripping both so I could feel his nails digging in and stretching them open, The farmer asked how he judged how many strokes were sufficient and father started telling him how it varied depending on how naughty I had been and you tell by how inflamed the skin was as he invited him to look again as he took his hands away. I could see the farmer bending over again for a closer look as father pushed my back further down and hoisted my leg back up into his side. It seemed to take ages before father finished his bouts of spanking and pulled me up in front of him and the farmer sat back down on the settee and father, still holding my nightie scrunched up behind me, stood up himself and told me to apologise to the farmer before letting go and letting my nightie fall back down but not before the farmer had had a good look at me standing naked from the waist down as I mumbled “sorry” and turned to walk away and go back upstairs but father grabbed my arm and said, ”I told you to apologise girl, where do you think you are going, ” and caught me with one arm around my waist, bent me over in front of the settee and with the other hand pulled my nightie back up almost over my head and held me bent over and started to smack me again. I was facing behind my father, at his side with his arm wrapped around my waist, almost lifting me off the floor. My bottom was facing the settee as he began to smack while I tried to keep my balance and found myself bent double at his side. He hoisted me higher, getting a better grip around my waist as he continued to spank me right in front of the farmer and to stop me struggling, father hooked his left leg around mine as so he continued the onslaught. The nightie was around my neck by now as he bent over further and smacked the inside of my thigh making me wriggle about even more violently as the nightie fell over my head and was left dangling down one arm. He was telling me how dare I walk away without apologising and by now I was left dangling under his arm, at his side, until he finally stopped and pulled me back up onto my feet and swivelled me around to face the farmer. “Now do as you are told, ” he shouted and I had to stand there facing the farmer, trying to gather myself and say how sorry I was. The nightie was in my hand, tangled up as the farmer watched me standing there right in front of him before father let go of my arm and I stood there not moving until he pulled the nightie up and told me to get dressed. I struggled to untangle it as it was now inside out and finally slipped it back over my head and looking briefly at the farmer, seeing him still watching my every move, until father turned me around and sent me on my way. I ran up the stairs and threw myself on the bed thinking about how my father's boss had seen everything and how I would have to see him again whenever he came around and wondering what he had come to the house for and who had said something to him. Simon wasn’t in the bedroom and I wished he was because he always consoled me and looked to sooth the burning on my bottom but after a minute or so, Luke came in. He saw me lying face down on the bed, as I turned my head to see who it was, he came over and sat on the bed next to me. He asked me what all that was about and what the farmer was doing here. I told him what had happened and asked if he knew what the farmer must have come to see father about but he didn’t know either. He was stroking my back as I sobbed and wondered what the farmer knew but Luke told me not to worry, it was probably because we were always playing up in the woods and sometimes the boys would make a camp fire. All the time he was rubbing my back and I felt his hand travel down to the back of my thighs and back up. It felt nice, my cheeks were still burning and he gradually worked my nightie up to my waist and slid his hand up my back. I started to relax as he stroked gently up and down. “That feels hot” he said as his hand trailed down the back of my thigh and as his fingers gradually worked their way inside my leg, with a slight pressure, I moved my leg to the side and let him stroke the smarting skin. I began to relax as he stroked up between my legs, eventually trailing his fingers along my lips and couldn’t help but raise my bottom slightly with each stroke. It was lovely and the burning was soon forgotten as his hand gradually worked its way further under each time. I was completely relaxed when he removed his hand and pushed my hip, rolling me over onto my back. His hand went back down my thigh and and back up to my stomach taking my nightie with it leaving naked from the waist down. It was quiet as he continued to stroke and reached down to the inside of my knee and moved it aside so that my foot was now up against the side of my other knee. I could feel the cool air as he stroked the other leg and lifted that to one side so that the soles of my feet were practically together. His hand went back up the inside of my thigh until it reached my pussy and cupped it, the middle finger easing between my lips. As he scrunched the flesh in his huge hand and continued to explore with his middle finger. I pushed my head back and raised my bottom from the mattress with each stroke as he gripped my pussy, almost lifting me up before letting go as I collapsed back. I felt him shift down the bed a bit before leaning over me and using both hands, prised my lips open and held them to the side as he lent over, his head low between my legs as he examined me, gripping each lip with his thumb and finger and stretched them out and to the side. I opened my eyes and watched as he continued to open me, his thumbs gradually pushing deeper and wider as he watched intently and pulled me wider and wider as I lifted my bottom off the mattress. He looked up at me, watching my reaction as his thumbs sank further in and he gripped each side. “Touch it”, he said and waited until I lifted my hand from my side and felt between his hands. “Rub it” he commanded and watched as my finger slipped into the grove and I jumped as I grazed over my clitoris, feeling how slippery it was. “Faster Sammy” as he watched me and he eased his grip a bit and watched me as I flicked my finger over my clitoris, faster and faster in a frenzy as I exploded in an orgasm. He bent over closer and watched as my pussy went into spasms, gripping his thumbs before he started gyrating them inside as I pushed into his hands in an uncontrollable writhing. I just flopped back on the mattress as he pulled his thumbs out and slid his hands down my thighs pushing my legs back, open wide, and stood up, turning around, with his left hand pulling my thigh out to the side of the bed, set about tapping my pussy with the flat of his hand. He started with a steady rhythm, gradually increasing the strength of the slaps until he speeded up, pounding the soft mound as my body tensed and lifting my hips received a final slap that resonated around the room as I sank back into the matress and clutched my pussy. I looked up to see him leaving the room and dragged myself up the bed and slid beneath the sheet not even bothering to get up and turn the light off.
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