Paul and the Farmer Chapter 1
  By Subboy Paul
  Subboy_paul@hotmail.com
  
  copyright 2002 by Subboy Paul, all rights reserved
  
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  This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains explicit 
  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
  of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if
  such  material does not appeal to you, do not read further,
  and do not save this story.
  
  Author's Note: Feel free to post this story on any FREE site. 
  All I ask is that you email me to let me know where it is
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  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 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 erect 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.
  
  
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