Sara the Farmhand Part 2

 Sara pulled up to Ol Jed’s farm and parked the car. She yawned and stretched, exhausted - Jed had her come to work for 5am. It was her earliest shift in the month she’d been his farmhand, and though she didn’t want to be there that early, she knew better than to upset him. 

Sara got out of the car, still in her yellow PJ pants and oversized red shirt. She checked her phone and saw it read 5:11am. Just a little late. She wandered around back behind the house to the farm to find Jed waiting. 

“Good morning Jed,” she yawned. 

“You’re late, missy. If I wanted you at 5:12 I would’ve said come for 5 and take an extra 12 minutes to yourself. But I didn’t didn’t I?” Sara winced, afraid of the farmer and his temper, especially how the last time he was so upset with her she ended up with a sore behind. 

“No sir, I’m sorry. It’s just-“

“Excuses are like assholes. Everyone’s got one, and I don’t wanna hear em. Be on time, girl.” Sara nodded. 

“Yes sir.”

“Cmon. You got work to do. But first you need your uniform.”

Sara and Jed walked to the barn where Sara’s work overalls hung up. While Jed began checking the cows, Sara kicked off her shoes and quickly dropped her PJ pants and hung them up. She grabbed her overalls off the hook and stepped into them, as always trying to get them up before Jed came by and saw her in her panties. The old man had a habit of staying in the barn and watching her change, especially how when she asked for privacy the first time, she ended up needing him to help snap her overalls. She knew it wasn’t a sexual thing - more a sense of affirming his authority and disregarding her boundaries - but still hated that he’d seen her in panties before every shift. 

Once Sara was all dressed for work, Jed led her to the chicken coop.

“I need you to collect all the eggs from the girls,” the farmer instructed as they walked. “Round em up and put em in trays. Try not to break em. After that you’re to clip the nettles that’ve been growing around here. You'll find the shears and protective gloves in the barn. We’ve got some nettle plants growing near the house and ‘round the farm. They sting like the fires of hell and you needa get em out of there. Then you need to bale up hay. Do the hay last. Them’s today’s tasks.”

“I’ll get ‘er all done,” Sara said.

Jed opened the door to the chicken coop and Sara look in. On shelves lining the walls sat chickens in nests. Some were asleep, some were awake. Jed grabbed a bucket that lay beside the coop door and handed it to Sara. 

“Well, get collectin’. I’ll be in the house,” Jed wished her off. 

“But Mr. Jed, how do I get the eggs?”

“Well you reach up the chicken’s fanny and search for it of course!” The farmer looked at her like she was crazy. “You lift the chicken up and if there’s an egg, put it in the bucket.” Sara looked at the chickens, worried. “And don’t be rattling ‘em or rilin’ em up. Be real careful.”

With that, the farmer walked off to his house leaving just the worried girl. She stepped inside cautiously and looked at the first chicken on the left. It was asleep. Sara crept over quietly and slowly placed her hands beneath it on both sides and lifted it as quietly and carefully as she could. Below was no egg. She slowly put the chicken back and turned to the next chicken over. This one was awake, clucking and moving its ahead around. Sara hemmed and hawed for a bit before deciding to deal with the sleeping chickens first. 

For the next 10 minutes, Sara lifted up only the chickens that were asleep and collected whatever eggs she found in the bucket. Of course, once she was done with the sleeping chickens, she knew she had to work the awake ones. And all of her walking around and rustling had woken up a lot of them. 

“You can do this,” she told herself. “Just be careful.” Sara walked over to the nearest awake chicken who was clucking. She hesitated for a moment before carefully putting her hands under it and picking it up. Before she could see if there were any eggs, the chicken pecked at Sara’s face. 

Reacting impulsively, Sara screamed and threw the chicken down. The chicken began fluttering its wings and going crazy, and the riot had begun. All the awaken chickens began going crazy, jumping up and down and making noise. One by one the sleepers awoke and joined the frenzy. Some of the chickens even jumped at Sara, who grabbed her bucket and made for the door. 

Sara jumped out of the coop in a rush, bumping into Jed and knocking him over. Sara dropped the bucket, terrified and knelt down to help the old man. 

“What in tarnation is going on?!” the farmer yelled. 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you were there!” the girl apologized. She took his hands and helped get him back on his feet. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine! I heard all this commotion and came to see what for. What the hell’s going on in there?!”

“I collected some eggs and this one chicken pecked my face!”

“Were you being careful? Did you hurt one of my girls?”

“No!”

“In 40 years I ain’t never had a chicken peck at me. Not never. How many eggs you get?” Sara looked in the bucket. 

“8 eggs sir.”

“8. Barely any. Let’s see what you did in here.” Jed opened the door to the coop and looked inside. All the chickens were out of their nests, jumping and running around clucking and waving their wings wildly. “Son of a gun! What in blue blazes you do?!” he roared. 

“Sir, I’m sorry!”

“Gimme that bucket. Go on, do something else! What kinda farmhand are you!” Jed yelled as he ripped the bucket from Sara’s hands and entered the coop to deal with the problem. Sara sulked away, upset she made her boss mad and worried about what that meant for her. 

Figuring she had to do a good job for the rest of her tasks, Sara headed to the barn to get the clippers and gloves for disposing of nettles. Once inside, she began searching around. After a few minutes, she couldn't find anything that looked like gloves. She wanted to go ask him where they were - but he was busy cleaning up her chicken mess, and didn’t want to bother him for fear of upsetting him more, so she decided to bale the hay and consult him about the nettles after. 

Sara went over to the hay stacks that were on another part of the farm. Using a rake and some string she found in the barn, she began collecting hay together and wrapping them into bales. This, at least, she was good at. 

Time passed as Sara mindlessly baled hay, trying not to think about her mistake this morning and how she upset Jed. He’d long since come out of the chicken coop and walked back to his house, not spotting Sara working, which she felt relieved by. About an hour later, Sara noticed an elderly woman come out on to the farm. She’d never seen her before - she didn’t think that Jed was married. Sara watched as the old women in a long green house dress got down on her knees next to the garden that was next to the house. She was down there for a bit before she suddenly pulled up her right hand, looking at it, getting back up and rushing inside. Sara was curious what could’ve caused this but kept to herself.  

Minutes later, she spotted Jed storm outside on to the farm. The farmer looked around, noticing Sara in the hay field and charging over. Sara paused, afraid at how fast the old man came over. 

“Sara! What in God’s good name are you doing?!” he yelled. 

“I’m- I’m baling hay.” 

“Didn’t I tell you to do that last?!”

“Uh, yes, but,”

“Do you think it’s funny to ignore me? To pay no mind?”

“No sir!”

“You were s’posed to cut the nettle plants out!”

“But sir I couldn’t find the gloves.”

“And you didn’t say nothin?”

“I didn’t wanna bother you, you were mad.”

“And now cause of your recklessness my wife Clara cut herself on a nettle plant in the garden that I swore to her you was gonna take care of!”

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh you will be. You got the chickens all frazzled, didn’t listen to what I told you and now my wife has a cut on her hand. Bleeding and everything. And if my wife’s gonna be hurt, then YOU’RE gonna be hurt.” That sent a chill down Sara’s spine. 

“But Mr. Jed.”

“I warned you last time that you if you screwed around on the job I’d deal with you by tanning your hide and I meant it. And it looks like I gotta tan it again, don’t I?”

“No, sir, please!”

“Mhm. Get yourself up, let’s go.”

Sara nervously got herself up on to her feet and Jed grabbed her by the arm and began walking her across the farm. Sara tried to pull away but the old man kept a firm grip on her left arm, walking her to a tree stump that sat next to the cornfield about 3 feet high. Jed let go of Sara and took a seat on the stump. 

“Go on and take your overalls down.”

“Sir-“

“Not another peep outta you. Overalls down now. You know how to get em on now, so you should know how to get em off. Unless I needa do it for you.” Sara fearfully pouted as she began unbuttoning her overalls, getting them unsnapped from over her shoulders and unrolling them down so they were all bunched up around her knees and below. 

“There we go. Now take down your underwear.” Sara let out a whine, gripping the sides of her dark blue panties with a red trim.  

“My underwear?”

“Mhm. Can’t spank you on your bare behind if your underwear’s up. So drop your drawers.” Sara hesitated for a moment before pulling her panties down to her knees, keeping one hand covering her groin. The farmer took Sara by that arm and pulled her over his lap. Both her arms went forward, palms on the grass. The rest of her body was up in the air, elevated over the old man’s lap. She couldn’t believe this was happening again. 

The farmer began spanking, his heavy calloused hand beginning to come down in firm swats across Sara’s cheeks. Sara already began yelping, gripping the grass and taking the hits. The farmer ignored her “ow!”s and gasps, continuing to swat her across both cheeks at a steady rhythm. It wasn’t even 7am yet, and the sun was just beginning to rise, and it was starting to shine on Sara getting whooped. 

“Ow! Ouch! Mr. Jed please! Ow! I’m sorry!”

“I warned you,” the farmer began, not stopping the spanking, “if you mess up on my farm that your bottom would pay the price. And if my chickens are gonna be upset, then so are you. And if my wife’s gotta be hurt, then so do you.” 

Jed kept the spanking going, only getting harder and a little faster as the minutes passed. Sara began wiggling her legs, whining from the pain. 

“Stay still!” the farmer warned, slapping her thigh. 

“YOW!” Sara cried. 

“Stay still and I’ll only be tanning your butt. Move about and your thighs are gonna feel the heat too.” 

“Owww please!”

Jed went on another 2 minutes before he stopped. Sara’s cheeks were pink and stinging from the roughly 10 minutes of spanking she took. Jed rubbed his hand around her cheeks and patted her butt. 

“Stand up.” Sara quickly got up, covering herself up front. “Get dressed, go inside and apologize to my wife for your carelessness.”

“Yessir,” Sara said, quickly pulling her panties up and getting her overalls back on. As Sara walked up to the house, relieved her punishment was over, Jed headed over to the barn. Sara opened the screen door slowly and peered into the kitchen. She walked in carefully, looking around the cozy little home. 

“Jed? That you?” called the old woman’s voice. 

“Uh, no, it’s me, Sara, the farmhand,” Sara nervously answered. 

“Oh. Come on into the living room.” Sara walked towards the voice, finding Clara sitting on her couch in a small living area covered in antique furniture. She walked over and stood before the old lady.  

“Hi, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sara,” Sara said, holding out her hand. 

“You’re the farmhand that done caused me to cut myself on a nettle bush,” Clara answered coldly. Sara gulped. 

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“How to follow directions? I know my husband can be stern but he ain’t no fool, he knows what he wants done and I know he told you to do that first so I could tend to my garden.”

“M’am, I’m so very sorry.”

“Mm, I bet you are, ‘specially cause I know he was out there warming your seat.” Sara blushed. 

“Yes m’am, he did. Very much so. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Now that I don’t know. Seems like he didn’t deal with you for very long. And doesn’t seem right that I got hurt cause of your foolishness and I don’t get to have my say as it were.” Sara was getting uncomfortable with what she was saying, looking down at her feet. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that since I got hurt cause of you, I should be the one warming your bottom. Now go ahead and get those overalls down.” Sara’s heart dropped faster than her overalls ever could. 

“But m’am, I was already punished.”

“But not by me, the one who got cut. Now don’t make me get Jed on in here to hear how you’re disrespecting your elders. Go ahead and drop those overalls.”

Sara, not wanting a double dose from Jed, unbuttoned her overalls and again got them down to her knees.

“Good. I can do the rest,” Clara said, taking the sides of Sara’s panties and tugging down on them. Sara stood frozen in shock and embarrassment, her face turning red as the old woman tugged and brought her panties down, sliding them down to her knees. It wasn’t until after Clara had let go and leaned back that Sara threw her hands in front of her groin to cover up what the old woman had already seen.  

“A little late for that. Not that it matters, I’m about to have a full view of your bottom. Now lay over my lap.”

Sara walked to the side and bent over the farmer’s wife’s lap, laying with legs on the floor, her upper body on the couch, her ass square in the lap. The old woman inspected Sara’s butt, checking the color and feel. Sara thought she could die, another stranger having her ass in their lap. 

“Jed does a good job. Let’s see what I can’t do,” the old woman said, beginning to spank. Sara winced as the bony, frigid hands of the wife began coming down on her already sore cheeks. Sara gripped the arm of the couch and winced, Clara doing slightly less intense spanks than her husband but at a bit of a faster pace. 

“Owww ow!” Sara moaned. 

“Hush up,” Clara warned. She did her swats across both cheeks, hitting more in the sit spot area than Jed did, her skeletal hand going from cold to warm as she worked, taking Sara’s butt with it.

For 5 minutes, the room was filled with the sound of slapped skin followed by “ow!”s and “ah!”s. Finally Clara stopped, rubbing Sara’s butt. The pink had started to become a nice glow of red across the butt cheeks. 

“M’am, I’m so sorry,” Sara began apologizing again. 

“It’s easy to be sorry when you’re over a knee. But I don’t think you’re sorry yet.”

“M’am…”

“Get up, go to the kitchen. In the third drawer down next to the stove is a wooden spoon. Get it and bring it to me, now,” the old woman finished her instruction with another slap to the young woman’s right cheek. Sara got herself up, covering her groin with her left hand and rubbing her butt with the right. She walked to the kitchen and went to the drawer, finding an old wooden spoon as told. She looked at it with horror before slowly walking it back to Clara, keeping her groin covered with her free hand. She handed it to the farmer’s wife and resumed rubbing her butt. 

“Back over,” Clara instructed. Sara let out a whine and resumed her position over Clara’s lap. Clara rested the wooden spoon against the lower half of Sara’s right cheek, right in the red zone. 

“I don’t cook with this one anymore. I’ve been meaning to throw it away, but if you’re gonna be messing up often, I s’pose I can keep it around for you.” Sara moaned at the offer. 

The old woman raised her arm and struck down on Sara’s ass with the spoon. Sara let out a scream and kicked her right leg up. This hurt way more than the hand. Clara pushed her leg back down and then applied a smack to her left cheek. Again a scream and a kick, again a push back down.

Clara began doing steady swats of the spoon, doing hits across the cheeks and occasionally 2-3 hits on the same cheek in succession. Sara gripped the arm of the chair hard, letting out loud yelps and cries of pain. This was much more painful than either hand was on her bottom, and the old woman surprisingly had a lot of energy and motion. 

Clara began doing 10 hits in a row on a cheek before moving to the other one. 

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” Sara cried. “Please m’am, I’ve learned my lesson!”

“I’ll decide when that happens,” Clara answered coldly, doing her 10 on the other cheek with the spoon. “This spoon has made a lot of good meals. Now it’s hopefully making a good girl.”

“It is! It is! Ouch!”

Clara paused for a moment, lifting up Sara’s left cheek with her left hand and doing 5 hard swats on the exposed sit spot with the spoon before doing the same with the right sit spot. 

“OWWW!” Sara cried. She was near tears as the old woman used her weapon of ass destruction on her without sympathy. 

After nearly 10 minutes, Jed walked in and took the sight in. Sara buried her face in the couch, muffling her screams and trying to hide her facial cheeks that were almost red as her ass cheeks. 

“Taking her to task too, Clara?” Jed asked. 

“Mhm. Seems only fair,” Clara answered. 

“I hope you’re not cooking with that spoon again.”

“No dear; this one was meant to be thrown away. Though now I might as well keep it for using on your farmhand’s behind when I need to.”

“That’s a good idea. Hopefully we don’t need to use it again.”

“But if we have to, we will.” 

Clara did 10 more hard swats across both Sara’s cheeks before finally stopping. She put the spoon down and her and her husband inspected the young girl’s butt. It was red, splotchy and sore. Her sit spots were glowing a little red as well. Sara was now crying into the couch cushion, fully sore. 

“Stand up,” Clara said. 

Sara managed to push herself off of the couch and stood up, covering herself up front with one hand and wiping her tears with the other as she sniffled and tried to calm down. Jed looked at Clara, who nodded at him. Jed nodded in response and went back outside. He returned a moment later with safety gloves on, holding a basket of freshly picked nettles. He took a seat next to his wife on the couch, both facing Sara who stood before them, trying to calm down and keeping herself covered up front. 

“When I give you chores I expect you to do them in the way I want. Otherwise you’ll get spanked every time. Do you understand?” Jed asked. Sara nodded. 

“And if I need to punish you I will too. Understand?” Clara asked. Sara nodded again. 

“Now, just so we can finish this punishment properly in a way you can fully understand, I want you to put your hands on top of your head,” Jed instructed. Sara paused for a moment, not wanting to move her hand from covering her vagina. 

“Today,” said Clara. 

“But..” Sara began to protest. 

“No buts, only yours getting hit some more if you don’t follow directions. Is that what you want?” Jed asked. Sara quickly shook her head no. “Then hands up on your head.”

Sara slowly lifted both her hands and placed them atop her head, exposing herself fully to the farmer and his wife. “No need to be bashful, you don’t have anything we haven’t seen before.”

“But I don’t want you to see mine,” Sara sniffled. The farmer scowled and raised his voice. 

“Tough. We’ve both had your ass in our laps. When you’re here working for me, your ass is my property. Same with everything else, so don’t be trying to hide or telling me you don’t want me to see anything. If I want you in front of me with your underwear down and your hands up, you’re to do what I say. Understand?” Sara paused and nodded. “Now turn around and face your behind to us and bend over.”

Sara did as she was told, nervous about what would come next. She felt Clara’s bony hands take the sides of her cheeks and spread them apart, exposing her even more. 

“And if I want to spread your cheeks and deal with what’s between, I will as well,” Clara said. Sara scrunched her face, embarrassed as hell. Clara gave her another slap before letting go. 

“Now turn back around and face me,” Jed said. Sara did as was told. “Now, I asked you to start dealing with nettles BEFORE you dealt with the hay. You decided to go deal with the hay first. I don’t think you get how much nettles hurt, do you?” Sara shook her head no. Clara held out her left hand with a bandage over it. 

“I had to bandage it up from the bleeding that started. They hurt like the dickens,” the wife said. 

“I’m so sorry,” Sara said.  

“You will be,” Jed answered. “Bend back over my lap.” Sara whined and bent over Jed’s lap, her ass in his lap and her upper body in Clara’s. Clara took her by the hands and held tight. Jed reached into the basket of nettles next to him and pulled out a long nettle stalk covered in leaves. 

“I think you need to know just how much these hurt to truly learn your lesson,” Jed said. Sara went wide eyed. He began spanking her again with the nettle down across both cheeks at the same time. Sara began yelping immediately- this really stung. Clara held her hands tightly so she wouldn’t move around as Jed spanked her with the nettle. 

Jed did repeated hits across both cheeks at once, moving up and down the cheeks as he hit. Sara was crying again, shaking and kicking. 

“It hurts, huh?” Jed asked. 

“Yes!” Sara cried. 

“Next time you’re gonna do what I tell you to, huh?”

“Yes sir!”

“And you’ll be careful with my chickens and all my animals, won’t you?”

“Yes sir! Please no more!”

Jed didn’t answer, instead spanking harder with the nettle. He began doing hard hits on the sit spots. Sara let out screams and cries as she took the pain of the spanking and the bites of the nettles. No wonder Clara was so mad at her, she thought. That was just her hand with no force and it had her running. This was her bare butt WITH force. 

5 minutes passed before Jed stopped. Sara was fully sobbing, her ass on fire. Jed put the nettle back in the basket and inspected his handiwork. Sara’s butt was red with splotches and marks all over from the nettles. “Stand back up,” he told her. Clara let go of her hands and Sara stood back up, covering up and rubbing her ass. “Hands back on your head,” he told her. Sara whined and did as she was told. 

“Now, just so you fully and forever understand nettles,” Jed said, pulling the basket closer. “Stand before me and spread your legs apart.” Sara did as she was told, still crying. Jed reached forward and shoved her overalls all the way down to her ankles, keeping her panties up at her knees. He straightened her panties out so they were flat and exposed. Finally he reached into the basket and pulled out a handful of nettle leaves. 

“Just so we’re clear,” he said before dropping the leaves into Sara’s panties. Sara went wide eyed and shook her head wildly no. 

“No. Please!”

“Hush,” Clara warned. 

Jed took another handful of nettle leaves and stuffed them into the panties. Sara stood embarrassed, exposed, sore and horrified as Jed emptied his basket of nettles into her panties. He spread them around so there was a nice big bunch in the back and a nice big bunch in the front. The inside of Sara’s panties were gone, replaced with just green. Once they were full, he carefully slid them back up, getting them up so they were back on properly, covering Sara up again. Only now the nettles were completely pressed against her vagina, her already sore butt, and everything in between. Sara scrunched her face, closing her eyes and opening her mouth from the pain. Her tears rolled more as she cried from the pain. 

Jed pulled up a little more on the front of her panties, getting them in there. He then spun her around and pulled up on the back of the waistband a bit, getting the nettles as tightly up against her skin as he could. Clara reached forward and took the sides of her panties legholes and pulled them up her butt crack giving her a wedgie, forcing the nettles up there as well. As some started to slip out, Jed grabbed them and squeezed them back in. Sara cried from the pain, sore, wedgied, nettles all up against her and in her. 

“How does that feel?” Jed asked. 

“IT HURTS!” Sara cried. 

“Good. Now you’ll know when I tell you to do something, you’ll do it.”

“I’ve learned my lesson. Take them out! PLEASE!”

“Nuh uh,” Jed said, taking her overalls and pulling them back up. Sara went wide eyed and shook her head again. 

“PLEASE!”

“Once you cut up and remove all the nettle plants around my farm, then I’ll remove yours. It’s only fair,” the farmer said, getting her overalls back up and snapping them over her shoulders. “There we go.” He took off his gloves and handed them to Sara. “You’ll need these. Now get back to work.”

Sara carefully put the gloves on, sobbing, unable to rub her butt. Once they were on she took the basket and began walking, but cried as she did from how much the nettles stung her all over. 

“IT HURTS!”

“Then you better move quickly,” Jed said. 

Sara cried, wandering back out to the farm uncomfortable and sore. Jed and Clara walked into the kitchen and began having coffee, watching from their window as Sara, crying and wailing, waddled around and began to cut up the nettle plants. 

Sara sobbed as she worked. This was the most pain she’d ever been in. Her ass was sore, and she had the stinging bite of dozens of nettles pressed up against her vagina, her already sore cheeks, and up her butt. Every move she made made the nettles shift and push up against her more. She began cutting up the plant that Clara cut herself with first. It took about 20 minutes before she got all of it. Noticing from the window, Jed stuck his head out. 

“Good. Only 7 or 8 more to go. Hurry up, girl.”

Sore, stinging and upset, Sara cried as she kept it moving. She hated this, she hated the farm, and she hated Jed and his wife. How much more could she take?