Sara the Farmhand

 Sara had never had a job. Even at 27, the Kansas-born country native had always managed to avoid doing any labor of any kind - despite the warnings from her local pastor that idle hands are the devil’s playthings. She knew better, but she was lazy. But that laziness was coming to an end as she approached Ol’ Jed’s farm. 

Ol Jed was looking for a farmhand to help him do some chores around his farm, putting a posting on the bulletin board at church. Sara’s mama had seen it, and deciding that her daughter needed a dose of reality for a change, called up and arranged for her to work for Jed. Sara protested, but her mama made it clear that she needed to bring home some money and contribute to society or she’d be outta the house, so alas, Sara had a job. 

The brunette parked her car and walked up to Jed’s front door. She rang the bell and a few moments later he answered. Sara looked up at him with a bit of intimidation. Ol Jed stood half a foot higher than Sara’s 5’1 height. The farmer, a grey haired man in his late 60s, had a bit of a reputation around town of being a sort of cranky, stern loner, and Sara caught those vibes firsthand immediately. 

“You’re the girl here to help out?” he asked. 

“Uh. Yes?” Sara answered, nervously. 

“Well you either are or you aren’t,” the farmer asked, unimpressed with the young girl’s hesitation. 

“Yes sir, I am.”  

“I see. Your mama called ahead for you. You’re Shirley?”

“Sara.”

“Right. Sara. Come on ‘round back.”

Jed led Sara around his house to the large farm in back. He had a large open field, a barn, a pig pen, a cornfield, and more. The two stopped right at the opening to the farm. 

“You’re gonna be my farmhand for a few hours a day. I’m gonna need your help as I’m gettin’ on in years and I’m not as spry as I once was. I’ll have various chores for you day by day. But today I need you to clean the pig pen and milk the cows.”

“Really? I’ve never milked a cow before,” Sara said nervously. 

“A girl your age never milked a cow before? Lazy generation you are. You should know better. I’ll show you.” Jed took Sara to the large barn in the back of the farm. Inside was a large stable filled with cows. “But before you get to work, you you need to change.”

“Change?” Sara looked down at her outfit - a white t shirt and blue jean shorts. 

“Mhm. This here’s a messy job so you need to dress the part. Hold on.” Jed walked over to the wall and pulled down a pair of blue dungaree overalls that were hanging on a hook. “This here should fit you right. Go ahead, take off your pants and put these on.” Sara held the overalls and looked at them with contempt. Jed rolled his eyes. “They’re not gonna put themselves on. They’re clean.”

“Can I have some privacy please?” Sara asked, annoyed. Jed scowled. 

“Never heard of a farmhand needing to change to their working clothes in private, especially when it’s just them and me. You’re wearing underwear aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I want to change in private,” Sara demanded. 

“I don’t like your attitude for a young’un,” Jed snapped, “but I’ll be outside for when you’re ready.” Jed walked out of the barn. Once he was outside, Sara took off her jean shorts and hung them on the wall. She quickly put on the overalls, trying to cover up before the farmer came back. However, she’d never worn overalls before and was having trouble getting them snapped on. After a few minutes, Jed walked back in. “You need this long to change?” he asked. 

“I can’t get these snapped..” Sara struggled. Jed shook his head. 

“See, you should’ve let me help you from the jump, now you’re just wasting time,” he grumbled, helping snap Sara’s overalls together. She was finally dressed appropriately, though it felt like she was just imprisoned. 

“They’re so big,” Sara whined. 

“This is a messy job. You wanna cover up.”

“But it’s hot and I won’t tan.”

“Tan on your own time. When you’re here you’re here to work. Now, let’s milk a cow.” 

Jed took Sara over to one of the cow stables where a cow was standing. Jed sat down on a little wooden stool that was on the floor and put a metal bucket below the cow’s udder. Taking the teats, he began giving little tugs, beginning to milk the cow. 

“You have to gently tug on the teats, and milk will come out. Don’t pull or you’ll hurt the poor thing.” Sara was grossed out. 

“I really to touch this cow’s udder?” Jed stopped milking the cow and turned to face Sara, aggravated. 

“Listen here. You’re an adult. When I was your age I’d been running my own farm for years already. My mama wasn’t getting me jobs in my twenties. You’re here to work aren’t you? If not, you can leave. I’ll call your mama and tell her about your bad attitude.” Sara knew she needed this job or her mom would throw her out. 

“Nooo Mr. Jed, I’m sorry. I’ll do what I need to!” she pleaded. 

“Hrumpfh. You better. When you’re on MY farm, you follow MY rules, or you’ll suffer the consequences. You hear?” Sara nodded, too afraid to wonder what “the consequences” were. 

“Yessir!”

“Good. Now milk my 3 cows, fill the buckets and bring ‘em to me when you’re done.”

“Yessir.” 

Jed got up and walked out. Sara sat on the stool and, hesitantly and repulsed, put her hands on the cow’s udder and began milking. It took a few minutes but she managed to milk the cow completely. She picked up the bucket and moved it to the next cow, and over the next 20 minutes milked the next 2 cows, filling up the bucket with milk. 

“I needa wash my hands…” she thought to herself. She went to pick up the filled bucket, but found it a little heavy. Not wanting to bother the farmer, she tried pushing it a bit. Sara slid the bucket across the ground until it stopped. The ground was uneven and the bucket couldn’t make it over the gap. Sara sat down, thinking about what to do. She’d rather not upset the already feisty farmer, and she couldn’t lift the bucket. She sat on the floor, leaning her head on the side of the barn wall to think. And as she did, her eyes got a little droopy. She was exhausted from actually working for the first time. And the longer she sat, the harder it became to keep her eyes open.

“SARA!” shouted the farmer 20 minutes later. Awoken in fear, Sara jumped up from her nap. 

“Huh? Wha?!” As the farmhand awoke with a startle, she accidentally kicked her legs - kicking the bucket, knocking it over and spilling all the milk. She was already spooked, but seeing this put the fear of god in her. 

“The milk! Sleeping on the job AND you lost my milk!” Jed yelled. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, it was an accident!”

“I’ll tell you an accident. Me hiring you. Go on, git. Go home,” Jed demanded. 

“No! I can’t, I need this job.”

“I don’t need you. You’re unreliable and immature. Don’t need it on my farm.”

“Please Mr. Jed. I need this, my mama will throw me out if I get fired my first day.”

“Should’ve thought of that before taking a nap on the job, missy.”

“Please sir. Give me another chance, I’ll do better!” Sara begged. Jed thought for a minute, weighing his options. Struck with an idea he felt appropriate, he nodded. 

“Alright. You can stay.” Sara felt a sigh of relief. 

“Thank you so much sir.”

“But we’re gonna need to do something about your behavior and attitude first.”

“Huh?”

“Come on, git up.” Confused, Sara stood up.  Jed took her by the wrist, walking her back towards the cows. He kicked the wooden stool out from the stall into the center of the barn, and took a seat on it, placing a worried Sara in front of him. “First thing’s first, you don’t wanna wear them overalls? Fine, drop em.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Drop your overalls.”

“But I’m not wearing pants. Why?”

“You don’t need ‘em. You’re getting punished.”

“Huh?”

“I’m giving you a spanking.”

“A spanking?! What??”

“You heard me.”

“Mr. Jed I’ve never been spanked before in my life! My mama never hit me once.”

“Well if she did maybe you’d be better behaved and have a better attitude. Now I’m giving you til the count of 5. You can either walk out my farm and never come back, or you can stop fussing and do as you’re told. Choice is yours.”

“But Mr. Jed-“

“One.”

“Please!”

“Two.”

“Is there no other way?”

“Three.”

“But-“

“Four.”

“OKAY! Okay!” Sara began trying to unstrap her overalls. Jed reached up and undid them for her, taking the sides and shimmying the overalls down to her ankles. Sara, embarrassed, covered up her cheeky light pink panties, only managing to cover the red bow in front. 

“C’mon now. Bend over my lap,” the farmer instructed. A nervous Sara stood to Jed’s right, and he took her over his lap. Her hands touched the barn ground while her feet dangled, the overalls bunched around her ankles. 

Jed began doing firm swats back and forth across Sara’s pantied cheeks. She went wide eyed. 

“Ow! Ouch!” The farmer paid her yelps of pain no mind, doing upper swats to the lower half of her cheeks. Sara whined and began wiggling as the swats went by. 

“Stay still,” the farmer warned, not breaking his rhythm of evenly paced smacks. 

“Ow! It hurts Mr. Jed! Ouch!” Sara whined. 

“It’s supposed to hurt,” he replied with no mercy. 

“I am too old to be spanked!” she cried. 

“Never too old. But if you were spanked by your mama like you should’ve been when you were little, I wouldn’t have to do it now that you’re an adult.”

As the minutes passed, Sara’s panties began to wedge up from the smacks, and a light pink glow was forming on her otherwise pale cheeks. Jed finally stopped, lifting her panties up a bit to check his progress. Sara felt a sense of relief that the constant barrage of hits stopped. That sense of relief quickly vanished as she felt his thumbs slip under the waistband of her panties and begin to push. Realizing her panties were going down, Sara flung her right arm back to grab ahold of the farmer’s arm. 

“Hey what’re you doing?!” she cried. 

“Let go of my arm, it’s time to start spanking you for real.”

“What?! That’s what you’ve been doing!” Jed let go of Sara’s panties and forcibly moved her arm back to the ground before her before returning to her panties. 

“No dear,” he said, managing to lower her panties down below her ass. He let go, letting them slide down her legs to her knees. “That was just a taste.” He began rubbing her now exposed pink cheeks. 

“But sir! My butt is naked!”

“As it should be for a spanking. You think I was just gonna spank you on your underwear? No, bare behind is how we do it. And I’ve got some work to do back here.”

Sara cringed feeling his old, calloused hand rubbing around her butt. She then braced for impact as she felt his hand leave, only to come back down on her bare ass with force. 

Jed began doing harder, firmer swats across her bare cheeks. Sara began yelping in pain, trying to kick her legs but unable to because of the overalls. 

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” the farmhand cried. 

“You said you wanted a tan. So I’m tanning your hide,” the farmer remarked, continuing the spanking. Sara whined and moaned with each hit, the pink glow started to turn a darker shade towards red as the minutes passed. 

5 minutes went by, Jed not breaking his pacing and streak, and Sara not breaking her whines and cries of pain. 

“I warned you there’d be consequences,” the farmer chastised. “If this is how you’re gonna behave on my farm, this is how I’m gonna have to deal with you. Understand?”

“Ow! Yes! You won’t - ouch- spank me again will you? Ah!”

“I will if I have to. When you’re working here, your behind is mine. And if I need to make it sore, I’ll make it sore.”

“You are! Ow! You are!” Sara moaned. 

“Well hopefully you’re learning a lesson about responsibility…” 

“I am! I am!” Sara whined. Jed finally stopped and inspected his handiwork. Sara’s cheeks were beginning to glow a light red. 

“Hmm,” the farmer thought, giving her a few more smacks before stopping again. “Go on, get up.” Sara jumped up, beginning to rub her ass a bit with one hand and covering herself up front with the other. 

“I promise I’ll never fall asleep again,” the farmhand promised. 

“I know you won’t. Now get dressed and let’s go.” Sara took a second to get her panties back up and her overalls on again. She struggled with the straps again. 

“Mr. Jed,” she whined. 

“No need. They’re coming down again in a second. Now let’s go.” Sara’s heart fell. 

“Again?! Why??!”

“Cause we ain’t done.” An impatient Jed grabbed a scared Sara by the wrist and walked her out of the barn and back out on to the farm. Sara walked with fear as jed led her to a big tree towards the back of the farm. It’d been a while since Jed properly cleaned his land so the ground below the tree was covered in sticks and leaves. Jed let go of Sara and nodded to the mess. “Go on, fetch me a switch.”

“A wha?”

“A stick. A nice thin switch. And hurry up.” 

Still sore in the back and not wanting to do this, Sara slowly knelt down in the leaves and muck and began searching for a switch while Jed looked on, arms folded. After a few minutes of checking, Sara held up a long, thin branch, about 2 and a half feet long. Jed took it from her and inspected it, giving it a swing to check. He nodded. 

“Alright. C’mere,” he instructed. Sara let out a little while as she stood back up, knowing she’d just personally found the farmer a weapon of ass destruction. “Take off your shoes,” was the next command. Sara kicked her shoes off, unsure why she had to. “Undo your overalls, take em off.” Sara froze. 

“Off?”

“All the way, drop em by your shoes.”

“We’re not going back to the barn?”

“No dear. We’re taking care of this here.”

“But we’re outside. What if someone sees?!”

“Then that’s too bad for you. Now take em off.” Sara unhooked the undone straps from around her shoulders and pushed the overalls down to her ankles, kicking them off and on to her shoes. “Panties too. Off.” 

“Why off?!” 

“Because I said so. Now drop em and lose em. Don’t make me tell you again.” Sara turned away from the farmer, pulling her panties down and kicking them off from around her ankles on to her pants, still keeping herself covered up front. “Now bend over, put your hands on your knees and stick your behind out.” 

Sara whined and did as she was told, sticking her red butt out. Jed stepped back and tapped the switch against her cheeks. 

“Hopefully this switch will remind you to be responsible.” Two more taps were followed by a SMACK! 

“OUCH!” Sara yelled out, reaching behind and grabbing her butt. The farmer patted the switch against her hands. 

“Move those, don’t touch your behind.” Sara hesitantly put her hands back on her knees. The farmer again rested the switch against Sara’s cheeks, and again SMACK! Sara jumped up, grabbing her butt and screaming. 

“OW!”

“Get back in position, or we’ll be here all day,” the farmer warned. Sara quickly got back into position. 

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of a switch cracking across Sara’s ass and her yelling and “ow!”ing in pain. Her cheeks that were red from his hand now had little line marks across them. Sara tried her best to stay in position and not anger the old man further, gripping her knees as hard as she could. Finally, after another smack, Jed lowered the switch. Sara was near tears, breathing heavy. Jed stepped closer to the girl, inspecting the lines across her ass. 

“Are you learning a lesson?” he asked. Sara nodded. 

“Yessir! I promise!”

“Good. I hope so. I don’t want to have to do this, but I will if I have to. And the next one won’t be as pleasant as this one. Copy?”

“Yessir.”

“Good. Getting a little marked back here,” the farmer giving her cheeks a few light slaps. Sara winced in pain. “Off to a good start.”

“A start?!”

“Yes. Don’t think you’ve quite been punished enough,” the farmer stepped back, resuming the switch to her bottom. Sara whined. 

A few more minutes passed, the farmer using the switch harder. Sara was breathing heavier, trying to take it. She was kicking her legs and lifting them a little with each hit, trying her hardest not to reach back and  give herself a little rub of relief. Finally, the farmer stopped. He inspected Sara’s butt again, redder and a little more marked. Sara winced and cringed. 

“Almost there,” he said. Sara whined. 

Jed resumed, giving Sara 10 hard strokes in a row. On the 10th hit, the switch finally broke in half, the top half falling to the floor. Sara let out a cry, unable to hold the tears anymore. She began to cry, her ass on fire. Jed dropped the bottom half of the switch and inspected her butt yet again. 

“Alright. All done. Stand up.” Sara stood up slowly, wiping her tears with one hand and rubbing her butt with another. “Turn around; face me,” Jed instructed. Sara turned, covering herself up with one hand and still wiping her eyes with the other. “Let this be a lesson to you. When you’re on my farm, you work for me. You belong to me. Your behind belongs to me. And any time you disrespect me, or disobey me, or give me attitude or slack off, I’ll use my ownership of your bottom to tan it and make it hurt. Understand?” Sara nodded, sniffling. “Good. Now let’s go back to the barn.” Sara went to grab her panties and overalls but Jed stopped her, taking her by the wrist and walking her to the barn. “Leave those for now.” 

Jed took Sara into the barn where the cows were, walking her to the center. “Stand with your hands on your head. Don’t touch your bottom til I come back.” Sara did as she was told as Jed walked out.

Sara stood there with her hands on her head, facing the cows, naked from the waist down with her red marked up and hot butt on display. She sniffled and sobbed, waiting for Jed to come back, praying for the ability to rub her butt and soothe some of the pain. As she stood there, ass on display, she knew this wasn’t going to be a good job and that between the hard and messy work and Jed’s vow to spank her when he saw fit, she wasn’t going to enjoy working here. And she cried more when she realized that this was only her first day.