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Archive name: amish.txt (MF, exh, huml, spank)
Authors name: WilRun (lynnron@hotmail.com)
Story title : Amish Discipline

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Amish Discipline
by WilRun (lynnron@hotmail.com)

***

A man watches a pretty young Amish girl in the local 
general store while visiting Amish country. He's drawn 
to her innocents and her strong young body.

***

If you have never visited Amish Country, you have 
missed a real treat. You seem to go back in time, but 
at the same time everything seems to blended with the 
20th Century. 

My wife and I had moved to a portion of Ohio that was 
right on the border of some Amish Farms. As you drive 
down the rural highways, you are confronted with the 
traditional Amish buggies pulled by those magnificent 
horses that the Amish take such pride in owning.

They are a hard working people that live a very simple 
life, with no amenities, such as indoor plumbing, 
electricity or television. The families are very 
disciplined, with the father ruling the family and 
making all decisions for the woman and children, the 
traditional setting of father as the head of the house.

I am always intrigued by the way the woman can drive 
those buggies and keep the high-spirited horses under 
their control. The women wear those long cotton dresses 
that are made of a very simple colored pattern printed 
fabric. 

It was on one of these mornings that I had stopped at 
the general store, when in came this young Amish woman 
to make a purchase. She was truly a delight to behold. 
A very pretty face with hair tucked up under the 
traditional Amish bonnet that covers the entire head 
and ears and is tied with a bow under the chin.

I could tell that she had a very healthy but petite 
body, which was revealed when the sun came through the 
window and she stood there between the window and me. 
The light silhouetting her figure through the material 
of her dress. I savored the moment as my eyes followed 
the outline of her legs and thighs ending at the vee 
between her legs. I could imagine what that soft flesh 
would feel like as I ran my hands up those legs to her 
crotch.

She than turned and small but perfect breasts came into 
view, held in place by a white cotton bra. The material 
of her well warn dress was so thin that I could see her 
underwear through the material. Needless to say, seeing 
that much of this young woman had an effect on me. I 
was becoming aroused as I fantasized about undressing 
that perfect young body, suddenly I realized that a 
bulge was forming between my legs. 

Now my wife and I have been looking for someone to do 
the housework and I am told that some of these people 
take on that sort of work to supplement their farm 
income. I certainly wouldn't mind having this young 
woman around the house doing my list of chores. I 
decided to take a chance and approach the young woman 
on the subject.

I walked up and introduced myself and found out her 
name was Beth. She was quite shy but when I told her 
what I was looking for, she said I would talk to her 
father, since he made all the decisions.

After getting directions to their farm and finding out 
when it was acceptable for me to come out, I went 
outside and waited. Young Beth soon came out and 
climbed into her buggy and with all that Amish 
confidence trotted down the highway. I was told that 
her father would want to get to know me, before I would 
be approved of his daughter working for me.

It was several days later when I made my way out to the 
farm. I found the place and drove into the narrow 
driveway that was rutted by the constant wear and tear 
of buggy wheels.

A couple of younger children who were playing outside 
greeted me. They followed me to the door and waited as 
I knocked. An older woman came to the door, which I 
assumed was the mother. She smiled and led me into a 
very basic room with simple furniture and chairs. She 
then left and I sat there by myself for sometime. 

Finally I heard the back door open then slam and in 
came this very rugged looking man, very strong looking 
with a full beard and again the traditional Amish farm 
clothes with black hat. I stood and introduced myself.

I learned that he indeed was the father and that his 
name was Amon. I told Amon my purpose in hiring his 
daughter to do cleaning and household chores. Amon told 
me he was intrigued with the idea of his daughter being 
able to make some money to supplement the farm income, 
but he wanted to think about it and for me to come back 
in a week. As I left I wondered if I was just wasting 
my time. 

On my way back through the community, I stopped at the 
general store to pick up a cold beer. As I was paying 
for the beer, I began visiting with the guy behind the 
counter. One thing led to another and I finally told 
him my purpose for being in the area.

He laughed and said if I really wanted to get Amon on 
my side, that I should take him a pint of whiskey. I 
left with new enthusiasm for getting this pretty young 
Amish woman into my house.

The following week dragged by slowly, but the day 
finally came and I purchased a pint of good whiskey to 
take as a friendship gift. My heart was beating fast as 
I approached the farm, wondering if I would see Beth or 
just her father. When I arrived I went to the door and 
was led back to the same chair at the same table.

This time though, I had the gift for Amon. It was 
another few minutes and once more I heard the rear door 
opening and banging shut again. In walked Amon looking 
as determined as ever. We stood shook hands and I 
placed the pint of whiskey in his hands. Seeing the 
whiskey he broke out into a broad grin and slapped me 
on the back, which almost knocked me across the room.

Amon told me to sit down, and that we needed to sample 
the whiskey. He got two glasses and filled them about 
half full. I could now tell that I was no longer a 
stranger to this house. We talked about the farm and 
the life there, the fine horses and the cows and 
chickens he raised. I could feel the effects of the 
whiskey and was getting quite mellow.

It was than that the door banged open and Beth came 
running through with a scared look on her face. 
Immediately Amon became angry and yelled at the girl. 
He wanted to where she had been and why she was almost 
2 hours late in doing her chores.

With very little comment Beth just hung her head and I 
could tell she was on the verge of tears. Amon roared 
again, "Woman you have displeased me and need to be 
disciplined!!"

Beth said, "Father not now, please." She looked at me 
worriedly.

"Now!!" Amon roared.

I just sat there with my heart beating faster, 
wondering what this meant. I was soon to find out. 

Amon again shouted, "Woman get that strap now!"

Young Beth ran from the room, tears streaming down her 
face. She quickly returned with a thick 3" leather 
strap that was about 10" long and ended with a hard 
maple handle.

Amon yelled, "Come hear girl and be quick about it, you 
don't want my anger to increase." 

Beth quickly crossed the room as Amon pushed his chair 
away from the table. As he stood he grabbed the strap 
out of Beth's hand. "Bend over the table," Amon 
demanded.

Beth was now breathing very hard and sobbing at the 
same time. She did as she was told and bent over the 
table right in front of me. Then I couldn't believe my 
eyes as Amon proceeded as if this was a ritual.

He very slowly lifted the young woman's dress up over 
her back and folded it very carefully, so it wouldn't 
slide back down and cover her now naked thighs and 
legs. Those perfect legs, those strong thighs now 
exposed right in front of my gaze.

My eyes widened in surprise as Amon proceeded to reach 
under her stomach and tugged those white cotton panties 
down until they were about knee level. Once again her 
young flesh was now clearly in view of the father and 
myself. 

Amon reached out with his rough hand and caressed those 
two perfect orbs just like perfect peaches and than he 
pushed his hands between her legs, making her spread 
her legs until he felt things were just right.

I could now see the backside of her cunt peeking out 
between her legs, with that deep brown hair peeking 
through. Beth was now sobbing deeply and I was sure, 
mostly from the embarrassment of being exposed to this 
almost complete stranger.

Before I could reason as to all that was happening, 
there was this loud crack and I realized the strap had 
landed on the girl's bare bottom. Beth let out a sharp 
cry and than I saw it land again and again.

After about ten licks Amon had vented his anger and 
stopped. As I looked at her bottom the surface was 
fiery red from the strap doing its job. Beth was now 
sobbing quietly as she lay across the table. Amon than 
laid the strap down and placed his hand on Beth's fiery 
red bottom.

Beth let out a gasp as his hands started to massage her 
bottom, than I thought I detected a slight moan as he 
let his hands explore up and down the surface of her 
cunt from the backside. As he performed this erotic 
ritual on his daughter, I could feel my cock start to 
strain against the confines of my pants.

Then to my shock I noticed a large bulge in Amon's 
pants and wondered how much he had enjoyed this. Then 
Amon told his daughter to get her things and go to her 
room. Beth quickly found her panties, which by now had 
fallen clear down between her legs to the floor. She 
quickly took them off, let her dress drop down and left 
the room. 

Amon picked up his whisky as if nothing had happened. 
He proceeded to tell me that he had to have strict 
discipline with high-spirited women. He laughed and 
said there just like the young mares. 

I wondered what he meant by that. In the next instant, 
he wanted to know when Beth could start working for us. 
He also said that it was up to me to make sure that she 
obeyed all the rules we set down.

I felt up to that responsibility, oh yes I did...
  
END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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