PAUL IN THE FARM

BY SUBBOY PAUL

Part 1

Fourteen-year-old Paul was having to spend the five-week summer
holiday with his Aunt and Uncle in the country. He found the
village they lived in a pleasant place to spend a holiday. He
enjoyed being able to walk and ride his bicycle across the fields
and through the woods, he didn't mind having to be alone as he
was quite a shy boy. The weather during the first two weeks had
been warm and sunny and the third week started the same.

On the Tuesday Paul had gone for a walk and was returning home
across a farm. As he had done before Paul climbed over a wall and
set off over the field. In the farmhouse Julie Adams was looking
out of her bedroom window. Julie was thirty- eight and had been
widowed three months earlier, she knew she couldn't run the farm
and was trying to sell it. When Julie saw Paul climb over the
wall she became annoyed. It was hard enough for her to keep the
farm looking good without having idiots climbing walls and
damaging them. True her two daughters Mandy and Sally helped but
at fourteen and twelve could do very little. Julie watched as
Paul walked across the field towards the farmyard, she was
determined to take some action. Julie went down stairs and out
into the yard. She arrived just in time to see Paul vault over
the gate. She admired the youthful athletic body of the young boy
who was dressed only in shorts and training shoes, his tee-shirt
had been taken off and put in his bag much earlier in the day to
allow the sun to continue to tan his body.

"Hello," said Paul, unconcerned that he was on someone else's
land, "It's a lovely day for a walk isn't it?" he added politely.

Paul's attitude put Julie off; she didn't expect such a polite
greeting from someone who was trespassing over her land. "It may
be a lovely day, but you are trespassing on my land." Julie
replied when she had recovered from her shock. "You shouldn't be
here, I ought to call the police."

"I'm sorry," said Paul, much less confidently, "I didn't know I
was doing anything wrong."

"Ignorance is no excuse in the eyes of the law." Said Julie, "The
local magistrates take a dim view of trespassers who damage walls
and crops. Come inside with me."

"Please," Said Paul, "I'm sorry."

Julie took hold of Paul's arm and ushered him into the farmhouse.

"Stand there," she said as she took out some paper and a pen. "I
want your name and address. The police and court will need all
your details."

Julie sat down by the table and began to write. She could see
Paul was taking advantage of her position to try to look at her
breasts where her light blouse gaped open a little. This pleased
Julie, she knew she had kept her body in good shape but she was
surprised that such a young lad should find her attractive. Paul
gave Julie all the details she wanted. As Julie asked for
information about his parents and who was looking after him Paul
began to get more upset. Julie told Paul that not only would he
get in trouble but also his Uncle and Aunt could finish up in
court.

By the time Julie had written down all Paul's details he was
almost sobbing. "Please, I'm sorry, I don't want to get anyone
into trouble with the law." He pleaded with Julie.

Julie was beginning to think of how she could have some fun
herself. When her husband was alive she used to cane him from
time to time. She used to enjoy the power she had over her man,
would she get the same enjoyment with a young boy? Dare she try?
She looked at Paul as he stood next to her, he was a well-built
lad, his body showed no sign of fat.

"It's no good being sorry now." Julie scolded the boy. "That's
the way of the world these days, when I was a young girl if I was
caught trespassing by a farmer he would probably give me a good
hiding and send me home where my Dad would give me another if I
complained. Now it's the police, the courts and a criminal
record. Well it can't be helped, times have changed more's the
pity."

Paul stood quietly for a while thinking about what Julie had
said. "If, if you, " began Paul slowly, "If you were." He stopped
speaking.

Julie broke the silence "If I what?" she asked sternly.

"You said that when you were a young girl the farmer would give
you a good hiding. If you did that to me would that mean you
wouldn't report me to the police and I wouldn't have to go to
court?"

"I don't think that's allowed these days. I'm not sure." Julie
replied in a more gentle voice. "I suppose I could."

"Please do. I don't want to get my Aunt an Uncle in trouble with
the police." Paul begged.

Julie was beginning to enjoy this. "If I agree to letting you
off, because that's what I'll be doing if I don't go to the
police, and give you a good hiding then it will be just that a
very good hiding." She informed Paul, trying not to sound too
keen. She wanted him to think she was doing him a big favour by
offering to punish him herself.

"I understand." Paul replied, "I don't want the police and all
that."

"Well, I suppose so then." Julie said. "But let me tell you what
I will do, first I'll spank your bottom, then I'll use the strap
and lastly a cane."

Paul listened to what Julie said. He didn't fancy the cane, as he
hadn't been punished since he was little. "Ok" he muttered.

"Of course you'll have to take off your shorts and anything you
might be wearing under them, I don't intend to punish you fully
dressed." Julie added.

"You mean I've got to take every thing off?" asked Paul rather
stupidly.

Julie knew she had Paul where she wanted him. "It's up to you,
you've got to be punished. It's either me, on my terms, or the
police and what follows, that could be big trouble." She said.

Paul knew he couldn't get his family in trouble so took little
time in accepting Julie's offer. "Thank you, I don't want to get
in trouble with the police. I'll do what you said."

"Right, if that's your choice let's get started, you've wasted
enough of my time. Get your shorts and what ever off."

"Can I go to the toilet first please?" asked Paul, who was
feeling very nervous.

"No, take your things off first, then you can go to the toilet."
Said Julie, she didn't want him running off now.

Paul undid his shorts and took them off; the he turned his back
towards Julie and pushed down his underpants. Julie didn't mind
this, it meant she could eye up the boys backside without him
seeing her doing it. Paul's bottom was, like the rest of him,
nice and slim. It was very white in comparison with the rest of
his young body, which had tanned well in the summer sun.

"There's a toilet over there." Said Julie as she pointed towards
a door behind her. As Paul turned to walk past her Julie got a
look at his front, unfortunately Paul had covered his prick with
his hands. Julie knew time was on her side and she would get a
full frontal view of the youngster before the afternoon was out.

As Paul disappeared to the toilet Julie went to the chest of
drawers where the cane and strap had remained since her husband
had become ill and died. On her way she remembered how she had
caught Paul trying to look down her blouse. She knew from
punishing her husband that the punishment would have more affect
if the boy was excited so she undid the top button of her blouse.
As Julie took the cane and strap from their hiding place she saw
the video camera she had been using to make a tape of the farm on
the top of the furniture, suddenly she had the idea of recording
the punishment she was about to hand out. The camera was small
and quiet so there was little chance that the boy would know he
was being filmed. Quickly she placed a new tape in the machine
and set it to record as much of the room as she could, she didn't
have time to mess about for too long and had to trust to the
technology.

Paul came out of the toilet just as Julie had set the camera and
retrieved the strap and cane.

As Paul walked past Julie he couldn't help looking at her chest.
This time he could see more of her, he could even see quite a bit
of her white lacy bra.

"Ok stand here." Julie said as she pointed to a spot near the
centre of the room. She wanted the camera to have a good view of
Paul. "Now if you were to go to court the magistrates would ask
you if you had any other offences you wanted to be taken into
account before they passed sentence. So have you?"

"Have I what?" asked Paul, looking down so as not to draw
attention to the button that must have come undone on Julie's
blouse.

"Have you trespassed on my land before?" Julie said sternly.
"It's time for confession, but first lets have your hands on your
head, and look at me not down on the ground."

Paul slowly raised his hands and put them on his head. He tried
to look Julie in the face but his eyes kept dropping to her bust.
Julie was stood at a bit of an angle to Paul so that she didn't
obscure the camera's view. This meant Paul could see into her
blouse. The effect of being naked and seeing so much of Julie was
beginning to make Paul's prick swell. Julie glanced at the boy's
groin and smiled to her self, this was just what she wanted.

"I think I've been this way about six or eight times before. I
didn't know I was doing anything wrong." Paul blurted out. Even
though he was frightened at what was happening his penis
continued to react to the site of Julie stood in front of him.

"Well!" said Julie, pulling her shoulders back and giving Paul an
even better view of her tits, "That's worse than I thought.
You're a regular offender aren't you? I was going to spank you
then give you six with the strap and six with the cane for your
offence. I think I'll stick to my plan and make it six of each
plus three hours of 'community' service, that is working on the
farm, for each offence. As you're not too sure how many times
you've broken the law shall we agree on a total of seven times?"

Paul gasped, "Do you mean seven lots of six? That's forty two!"

"Yes that's right, at least your arithmetic is ok. That is if you
agree the seven times, of course we could make it nine times,
that would be fifty four!" Julie responded.

"NO! No, I'll agree I've trespassed seven times." Paul said
quickly. He didn't think he could take forty-two strokes let
alone fifty-four.

"Ok," said Julie, "The time has come to stop talking and to get
on with the action." As she spoke she move a chair into the
middle of the room. Julie sat on the chair with the camera to her
right. "Get over my knee." She instructed Paul.

Paul moved to where Julie was sitting and draped him self over
Julie's legs. As he did so he took the opportunity to have one
more peek down her blouse, Julie took the opportunity to have a
better look at Paul's prick which by now was quite hard.

Once Julie had Paul in the position she began to slowly and
methodically smack his bare bottom. Julie's hands had been
toughened by years of working on the farm and Paul's bottom felt
this from the start. She started at the top on the right, the
side furthest away from her, and moved down the right buttock.
The imprint of each smack could be seen on Paul's white backside.
By the time Julie arrived at the top of Paul's thigh his bottom
was beginning to become sore. Julie worked her way up Paul's left
side then began to overlap her smacks on his right side. As the
heat built up Julie was rewarded by the site of Paul moving his
legs apart.

Eventually Julie decided that Paul's bottom was warm enough to
begin the 'proper' punishment. "Right, that's warmed it up, get
up and bend." She instructed Paul.

As Paul slowly got off Julie's lap and stood up Julie noted that
the boy's prick was still hard. Paul obediently bent over in the
middle of the room. Julie was in no rush to continue. She moved
the chair back to the table and picked up the strap. Julie walked
around the bent youngster and made sure that the camera was
getting a good view. Then she took up position to his left and,
without warning, brought the strap down across his buttocks. Paul
remained still at the new assault on his backside. Julie raised
the strap and brought it down again, four more times she swang
the strap against Paul's bare backside, but Paul remained in
place.

Julie moved away from the bent boy and placed the strap back on
the table. She picked up the cane and moved back towards the boy.
Julie stopped and looked at the bare, red bottom. "Well that's a
start." She said. "I'll let you have a few minutes to think about
what's to come next. Stand up and put your hands back on your
head."

Paul stood up and did as he was told. Julie walked round him with
the cane in her hand. She deliberately stood in front of him with
the cane across her chest, Paul's eyes were drawn to the woman's
bust. Julie noticed that the boy's prick was still erect. Julie
rubbed her hand up and down the cane seductively she was enjoying
teasing the young lad.

"Ok bend over you'll soon find out what the cane feels like." She
said. Paul reached his hands down towards the ground. Julie took
aim and swished the cane down onto the top part of the upturned
bottom.

Paul gasped and pushed his hips forward. The next stroke landed a
little lower and had a similar effect, the third and fourth
quickly followed. Julie let Paul wait for the fifth stroke. When
it did it landed at the bottom of Paul's buttocks. This made Paul
straighten up and let out a loud gasp. Julie pushed the boy back
over and quickly let him have the sixth stroke. Paul immediately
straightened up and his hands flew to his bottom as he jumped up.
Julie knew he wouldn't be able to take another thirty-six
strokes, but she had plans for Paul.

Paul's breath was coming in short gasps as he stood in the middle
of the room. Julie stood behind him admiring the stripes she had
already put on his bare backside. She wanted the camera to get a
shot so she moved to Paul's side.

"That's the first lot of six. Do you want a break before the next
six?" Julie asked Paul.

"Yes, yes please." He sobbed in reply.

"Ok then turn and face me and put your hands on your head." Julie
ordered Paul. "That's only the start of your punishment, there's
plenty more to come yet."

Paul did as Julie had ordered and stood with his hands on his
head facing Julie. In this position the camera was pointing
directly at Paul's well striped bottom. Julie looked the boy up
and down noticing that his prick was still fully erect.

Julie let Paul stand for a few minutes then told him to turn
around. "I want you to turn round slowly so that I can look at
you." She said.

Paul began to slowly shuffle his feet and turn in front of Julie
and, unknown to him, the video camera that was filming the
afternoon. Paul had completed three slow turns when Julie decided
it was time to continue with the physical punishment.

"That's enough, bend over I'll give you the next set of six."
Julie said.

Paul bent himself over in front of Julie. She picked up the strap
and began to give Paul his second instalment. Considering the
state of his bottom Paul took the six strokes with the strap very
well, only jumping up once.

"I think you had better bend over the table for the six with the
cane." Julie told Paul. "I don't want you jumping about all over
the place."

Paul did as directed and bent over the end of the table. The
camera would have a side on view of him in this position. Julie
picked up the cane and immediately began to cane Paul. After the
second stroke Paul jumped up and grabbed his bottom. He turned as
he did so and the camera got a full frontal shot of him as he
jumped about.

Julie picked up a cushion and placed it in the edge of the table.
"Bend back over, I want your bottom higher, so use the cushion."

Again Paul bent over, this time he presented more of the bottom
of his buttocks to Julie. Julie took aim and the cane landed on
target. Paul's hands flew to his bottom. "Take your hands away!"
Julie said sternly.

As he moved his hands Julie brought the cane down again, and
before Paul could react, repeated the stroke. This one landed
even lower and Paul shot up. He ran round in a tight circle three
or four times. Julie noticed his prick, which was still hard was
waving around.

"Come on only one more of this six to go then you can have a
break." Julie said to encourage the boy. "Over the cushion you
go."

Paul draped himself over the cushion on the table and braced his
body for the next cutting stroke. Julie let him wait, watching
his firm young buttock muscles. Just as she saw the muscles relax
Julie whipped the cane down. Paul's legs shot off the floor up
into the air.

Julie let Paul lay on the edge of the table for some while. She
could see his sholders move up and down as he sobbed.

"I don't think you'll be able to take another set of six will
you?" Julie asked Paul. "No, no, please don't hit me any more."
Paul begged. "It's so painful."

"I wont let you off the punishment, but if I agree to postpone
the rest of your punishment you'll have to agree to come back,
and there will be a penalty to pay." Julie offered.

Paul was in no position to negotiate. "Ok ok, but no more today
please." He sobbed.

"Right, stand up again and just turn round slowly till I tell you
to stop." Julie said. She watched as the youngster slowly turned
for her and her camera. She made him do six full circles before
she stopped him. "Ok you can stop and get dressed. Come back on
Friday morning at nine thirty. You can do three hours work and
then I'll strap and cane you again."

Paul dressed and left. He knew he had to come back to the
farmhouse.