Mr. Green's Farm (M/F)
When I was eighteen years old, my parents left me at Mr. Green's farm for the summer while they vacationed in Europe. Mr. Green lived alone because his wife died about a year ago, so he welcomed female influence in his life again. My parents thought that my staying with him would help in cleaning and tidying up the place, and it would be good for me because it would take me away from the bad influences of city life. When my parents left, they told Mr. Green that he could treat me just like I was his own daughter. In fact, Mr. Green had three daughters that had grown up and moved away, and now had families of their own.
My parents were expected back in about three months and it would be hard to reach them, since they would be traveling all the time, but they gave Mr. Green an emergency number, just in case. I was told to follow all of Mr. Green's rules and to do what Mr. Green wanted me to do, and if I didn't, Mr. Green could punish me as he saw fit. So I cleaned his house really good for him, and made him some good meals that he really liked. Everything was going fine until I borrowed his pick-up truck to go into town by myself to pick up some groceries. I wasn't used to driving with a stick shift, and when I was in town, I ran into another car. The pick-up truck virtually had no damage to it, but the car I hit had a lot of damage. I explained to the man that I my parents knew Mr. Green and that I was spending the summer with him. I also told him how sorry I was. He said that he knew my Mr. Green and that he would give him a call.
I dreaded my drive back to Mr. Green's farmhouse. I knew he would probably punish me for this, but since I was eighteen years old and a grown woman, I thought that I would probably be unable to drive for the rest of my stay there. When I drove down the dirt road to his farmhouse, he was standing there with a very mad look on his face. "I just got a call from my friend John that you hit his car and caused a lot of damage to it! Is that true?" Mr. Green asked.
"Yes it is", I quickly replied, "but I didn't mean to do it!"
" Well the damage is done," Mr. Green said, "and do you have enough money to pay for the damages?"
I hadn't worked any jobs and what money I did have was from previous allowances from my parents, so I said, "Of course not!"
"So I guess my insurance company will have to pay for it, but I should contact your parents about this so that they can pay me back for my expenses to settle this situation", Mr. Green said.
I didn't want my parents to find out because they had told me before they left that if anything bad happened while I was with Mr. Green, that they would not financially help me when I started college. So I said, "I would do anything for you, if you can keep this just between you and me, and not contact my parents. I would be willing to do extra housework for you, or even help you with your chores."
"I will agree not to call your parents if you agree to two things," Mr. Green said.
"I'll do anything you want, just don't call my parents!" I said.
"The two things are that you will not only keep cleaning the house and preparing meals like you have been, but you will help me with my chores starting at 6 am every morning. And the second thing is that you will accept a punishment from me, and I will punish you the same way I punished my daughters when they were your age." Mr. Green said.
"I agree," I said. "But how are you going to punish me?" I was only expecting to be grounded for the rest of my stay, but what could he do? I was a grown woman, and we were in the middle of the country, out in the middle of nowhere.
"You will receive two spankings in the barn, one right now and the other a week from now," Mr. Green said.
"You can't do that, I'm eighteen years old, and I’m a grown woman!" I exclaimed.
"Either that or I'll contact your parents. You acted like a naughty little girl, and now you will be spanked like a naughty little girl. Besides, I still spank my daughters when they are naughty."
I really didn't want him to contact my parents so I said, "Okay, but do you really need to spank me?" I asked.
"This is the only way you will learn a lesson from this," Mr. Green replied. "So follow me into the barn for your first spanking."
So I followed him into the barn and over into an area that had a wooden horse with a saddle on it. The wall had paddles, riding crops, and whips hanging from nails. "This is where I have always punished my daughters, and now I am going to treat you to a spanking just like what they would have received for doing the same thing. Bend over the saddle so that I can prepare you for your spanking," Mr. Green said.
The wooden horse was just high enough so that when I leaned over it, my hands barely reached the bottom of the legs on the other side. I was wearing a nice, light summer dress, and I could feel him raise it up to expose my panty-clad bottom. Then he said, "I always give spankings on the bare bottom, so raise up so that I may take off your panties."
"But I'm a grown woman, can't you please leave them on," protested.
"Either your panties come off for your spanking, or I'll call your parents," Mr. Green said.
"Please don't call my parents." I said. "I'll raise up for you". So then I felt his fingers in the waistband of my panties, and I felt them slip down my legs and he took them completely off me. Now I felt completely exposed to his glaze. Being bent over in this position I felt that he could probably see my womanhood. I felt so embarrassed.