Sara the Farmhand Part 3

 Sara laid on her bed, her basketball shorts and panties down around her knees. She laid on her side rubbing lotion on to her bottom and groin, still recovering from her experience at work a week prior. She’d been spanked hard by both Ol Jed and his wife Clara, as well as having her lowered panties loaded up with nettles before being put back on. Her spanking soreness had faded, but the sting and marks of the nasty nettles she endured still remained. 

The 27 year old worked on their farm as a farmhand at the insistence of her mother, who forced her to get a job finally. This was her first job, and she hated it. It was dirty, it was hard, it was tough, and being a newbie to both working and farm life, she kept messing up. And to top it off, the elderly farmer and his wife spanked her as punishment for messing up. Jed declared that when Sara was on his farm, her bottom belonged to him, and he could punish it as he saw fit, and so far he’d punished her two times too many for her tastes. She didn’t want to go back there, not ever. 

“Sara baby, are you up?” knocked Sara’s mama at the door. Sara quickly but gently pulled her panties and shorts up, trying not to aggravate the nettle marks. 

“Yes mama,” Sara answered. Mama came into the room and saw Sara laying there. 

“What’re you doing just lounging around? You know, idle hands are the devil’s playthings.”

“I’m just tired, mama. Work has been tough lately. Mr. Jed and his wife have been running me ragged.”

“Well you know, they are both up there in years. They can’t do as much as they used to. Tending to a farm is a huge workload even for an experienced farmer like Jed.” 

“I know, mama,” Sara rolled her eyes. 

“And well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Jed just called a little while ago.” Sara’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t told her mother about her mess ups and punishments. Did he? Would he?

“Yeah? What’d he say?” Sara was beginning to sweat from the fear in her chest at what that old man could’ve said. 

“Well, just like I said, him and his wife are getting up in years. And they can’t run things like they used to. And they’re leaning on you for help running things. But even your schedule now just isn’t enough.”

“Does he want me to work more hours?”

“Yes. In fact, he wants you to work 7 days a week.”

“Wow. That’s every day. That’s a lot.”

“Yes, and that’s why he asked you to move on to the farm and live there full time.”

Sara went wide eyed and coughed in surprise. 

“He wants WHAT?!”

“Yes, sweetie. He asked if it would be okay with me if you moved into the farmhouse with him and Clara and lived and worked there full time. Of course, I told him you would.”

“WHAT?! MAMA!”

“Sweetie he’s old. He needs help and you need the money. Besides, all you do around here is lay around. This will get you out of the house and give you the responsibility you need to become an adult.”

“Mama I AM an adult! I don’t want to live on that farm!”

“Sara, you’re 27, you live at home, you just got your first job a month ago and it’s part time. You’re not an adult. This will help you, baby. You’ll work full time hours, make full time money, plus I don’t think Jed will charge you rent. You’ll become a better more responsible person for this experience.”

“Mama, he’s mean. His wife is mean. I don’t like them.”

“Oh stop, they’re just old and hardened.”

“No mama. Jed SPANKED me. AND his wife too. Both of them spanked my bottom.”

“What? When? Why?”

“Jed spanked me on my first day. Him and his wife spanked me last week. Here, look.” Sara carefully lowered her shorts and panties again, showing the marks. “Look, he spanked me with nettles, then he put in my underwear and made me work with them in. Him and his wife are mean. They said they’re gonna spank me every time I mess up.” Mama carefully inspected her daughter’s behind, rubbing her finger along the nettle marks. Sara flinched from the tenderness. 

“Ow!”

“Why did he do this, Sara?” Sara got quiet and bit her lip for a moment. 

“On my first day… I fell asleep accidentally and knocked over the cow’s milk. And last week I was supposed to collect nettles but didn’t and his wife got hurt.” Mama took a few moments to process this information. 

“So you slept on the job, and didn’t do what he told you, and his wife got hurt, and you’re surprised you got punished?” Mama asked incredulously. 

“What?! Mama! Look!”

Sara carefully rolled over on to her back and showed her the nettle marks all along her vagina. “Nettles in my UNDERWEAR, Mama!” Mama just sighed. 

“Sara, I admit it. I didn’t raise you with the proper discipline I should have. I let you get away with some much that you’re in your 20s with your first job now. That’s on me as a parent for being a little too soft with you. But part of growing up is learning from your mistakes, and if Jed needs to punish you for messing up on the job to do it, then let him succeed where I have failed.” 

“What?!”

“I should’ve been tougher on you as a kid. But now Jed seems to be taking care of that now that you’re an adult. He’s old, he’s old fashioned. This kind of tough love is just what you’ve been missing, and just what you need to help you mature and grow. Good on Jed.” Sara went wide eyed, near tears. 

“Mama! Look at what he did to my butt!” She rolled over on her side, bringing her butt to Mama. 

“I see what he did. And god bless him for it. Lord knows I should’ve done it a long time ago and I’ll have to thank him myself next time I see him at church. But this only seals the deal in my mind, Sara. You need the money; you need the responsibility; you need the discipline. You’re moving on to that farm full time. End of discussion.”

“Mama NO!”

“Sara, you’re a big girl now. You can go live there. But you can’t live here anymore. The free ride is over. I can’t support you anymore at 27 when you won’t support yourself. So pack your bags because tomorrow you can either head to the farm, or you can head to the shelter. What’s it gonna be, young lady?”

Sara took it all in for a minute before she grabbed her butt, gulped, and started to tear up. 

At 5am the following morning, Sara pulled up to Ol’ Jed’s farm once again. Only instead of just the headache and sleepiness that came with being up super early for work, she had a deep dark pit in her stomach.

Dressed in long black PJ pants and t shirt, Sara parked her car and got out and made her way to the trunk, pulling out a suitcase and a bookbag. She shut and trunk and slowly made her way to the front door, feeling like she was headed more for prison and less a live-in job. Jed was waiting at the front door and let the girl in. 

“Mornin,” he greeted her with his usual grim drawl. 

“Hi,” Sara responded, equally joyless. Sara walked into the kitchen and Jed followed, drinking a cup of coffee. Sara dropped her suitcase and put her bag on the table. 

“Have a seat,” the farmer instructed. Sara nervously sat down at the table as Jed stood across it looking down at her. “Heard you was movin in. Good thing, too. We need all the help we can get ‘round here. Your mama sure was excited about you comin’ to stay.” Sara rolled her eyes. 

“I know.”

“You know, your mama called me up last night after we spoke.” Sara didn’t know about that. 

“She did?”

“Mhm. She wanted to thank me.”

“For what?”

“I s’pose you didn’t let her know til I called how you were messing up and how you was punished. She was plum shocked but thanked me nonetheless.” Sara got red in the face, annoyed with her mama. 

“She thanked you?”

“That’s right. I told her she don’t needa thank me for that. I told her I just gave you what you deserved, I only punished you when you needa be punished. I dont wanna be punishing you cause I don’t want you screwing up ‘round here. But I promised her that I’d spank your behind every time you need it. And she was all for it, said it would help you grow and learn. Sweet thing gave me her blessing, not that I need it. You’re on my farm now, so your behind is my property, and Clara and I, we’ll warm it as we see fit. ‘Course, now that you’re gonna be living here and working more, you can expect a bit more responsibility, and ‘course, more harsher punishment if need be.” Sara gulped. 

“Harsher?” she managed to squeak out. 

“‘Course. More responsibility means more chance to screw up. And the worse the screw up, the worse the punishment. And any time you need your fanny smacked, well, Clara or I will be there to do the job appropriately. Isn’t that right dear?”

Clara entered from the living room, also sipping from a coffee mug. 

“Right Jed. Now that you’re livin’ here, we’ll treat you like one of our own. And that’s the good and the bad. We’ll feed ya and house ya. But we’ll also punish ya when we gotta. Any time, at our discretion, however we feel is necessary.”

“Do we make ourselves clear?” Jed asked. Sara was near tears once again, scared to death at this horrifying deal she was forced to make. She nodded slowly. 

“Yes.”

“Good. Now your mama mentioned you still had some stinging leftover from the nettles. That right?” Sara nodded, looking only at the table. 

“Well now let’s have a gander at the damage.” Sara froze, in shock from what he just said. “Cmon, git yourself up girl. Don’t got all day, you got work to do.” Sara slowly stood up off the chair, knowing what he’d said but unsure of what to do or what he’d say next. Clara shook her he head. 

“Jed let’s take her to the living room. I don’t want her dropping her drawers in my kitchen.”

“Right. C’mon.” Jed took Sara by the hand and walked her into the living room as Clara followed. Jed let go of Sara as he sat down on the middle of his couch and Clara sat beside him. “Alright, go ahead and drop your pants and drop your drawers.” Sara stood there awkwardly, not wanting to. 

“Sir..” she began. 

“Drop your pants and drop your underwear. Now,” Clara demanded. 

“I’m fine, really. My bottom is okay..” 

Annoyed, Jed reached forward, gripped the sides of Sara’s PJ pants and yanked them down to her ankles. Sara jumped, scared from the shock. 

“Stay still,” he warned her, now taking the sides of her purple striped panties and bringing them down as well. Sara threw her hands in front of her groin. “Move those, outta the way,” Jed demanded. Sara let out a little whine and moved her hands up. Jed and Clara leaned forward and inspected Sara’s groin, noting the marks from the nettles. 

“Seem fine to me, I don’t know why her mama was so concerned,” Clara commented, rubbing her finger along some of the marks. “She could’ve had another full branch of leaves in her panties.”

“Now we know for next time. Turn around girl,” Jed told her. Red in the face, Sara silently did as she was told, turning her butt to the old couple. She cringed as she felt their fingers touch the marks on her ass. She went wide eyed when she felt Clara’s cold, bony fingers spread her cheeks as they inspected, looking for cuts. Sara waited silently as they inspected before Jed had her turn around and face them again.  

“I see why your Mama was worried, but they just look like normal cut ups and marks from nettles. Nothing to worry bout. However your Mama WAS right that you need a lot of discipline and that’s what we’re gonna do. Now first thing’s first, you’re to present your behind to me or my wife when you’re told. No fussing or fighting. No asking why. When you’re told to bare your bottom, you stop what you’re doing and you bare. your. bottom. I don’t care if you’re in the house or out on the farm or in front of Jesus Christ himself, forgive my language Lord. If one of us tells you to, you drop your pants AND your underpants. I may take your panties down when I want. But there’s to be NO repeats where *I* have to take your pants down for you after I ask *you* to do it. You’re a big girl now. You can drop your own panties when told. Get it?” The flustered girl nodded. 

“Can I pull my pants back up?”

“No. Keep em down and your hands where they are. I want your full attention. Now let’s talk your work schedule. You’ll be working 7 days a week, round the clock as necessary. That means milking the cows at 5am, collecting eggs from the chickens, cleaning the pig pen. And that’s just your daily routine. There will be other things you’ll be expected to do that’ll change day by day as they need to be done. A farm is a living, breathing entity, Sara. You gotta treat her right.” Sara nodded, wanting this to be over so she could get dressed again. She could barely concentrate, being half naked in front of these two old people. 

“You’ll be expected to clean up after yourself,” Clara began. “And keep the farmhouse tidy. Do the laundry, wash the dishes, sweep the floors. We’re just too old to be doing everything ourselves. I’ll tell you what I need done every day.” Sara nodded again. 

“Good. Them's the rules and regulations. Subject to change as we feel. Now get dressed and Clara will show you to your room. I need me some breakfast.” 

Jed stood up and walked past Sara, back to the kitchen. Sara pulled her panties and PJ pants back up, embarrassed and overwhelmed as she let the horror of this job sink in. She wasn’t just a farmhand. She was now a maid and a servant. A prisoner in this house to these old cranks. Motivated by money, threatened by homelessness, punished by spanking. Clara stood up as well. 

“C’mon, Sara. We’ll have things to deal with as well later. But let’s see your room.” 

Sara grabbed her suitcase and bookbag from the kitchen and was led by Clara to a small bedroom opposite of the couple’s. There was an old bed against the wall under a window. Next to it was an old wooden nightstand and across was an old wooden vanity with a mirror. The walls were white, looking like they’d never been painted. The room looked like nobody had lived in it for decades. Sara placed her bookbag and suitcase on the bed. 

“Here’s your room. You can unpack later on after supper. But I think you’d need to get to working now.”

“Yes m’am.”

“But first. Bare your bottom.”

Sara paused at first, afraid at why she’d ask this, but after what just happened she quickly pushed her PJ pants and underwear down to her knees before covering her groin. Clara nodded. 

“That’s better. But move your hands. Don’t try to cover up when you’re being exposed for a punishment.” Sara moved her hands out of the way and Clara took another look at Sara’s groin, noticing the hair and making a mental note. “There, just making sure you follow directions. Now get dressed and get to work.”

Sara spent the day working in silence. She worked hard tending to the farm as necessary, all the while not having the motivation to finish. Before today, she had going home to look forward to. But now, even when she finished the day’s chores, she was staying on the farm. It was her home now. 

Sara ate supper with the farmers - turkey that Clara prepared. They made small talk with her about the day’s workload, Sara responding in short 2-3 word answers. She was miserable and couldn’t focus on anything but. 

After dinner, Jed got up, announced he was retiring for the evening and headed for his bedroom. Sara also stood up to walk away. 

“Ahem?” Clara asked, still seated. 

“What?”

“Where are you going?”

“Well I was going to shower.”

“Not yet you’re not. There’s dishes to be done.”

“Miss Clara, can I do them after? I’m exhausted.”

“I don’t recall the arrangement this morning saying you could do work when you feel like. The table has to be cleared and dishes washed. Chop chop.”

Sara huffed and started clearing the table, half asleep and dreary. It took her a half hour to properly clear the table and wash and dry all the dishes and pots and utensils. 

Afterwards she unpacked her suitcase and put all her clothes away, the final nail in the coffin. She was officially here to stay. 

 Finally, housework done, Sara took a nice, hot shower. It was just what the doctor ordered. She had a long, long day, the start of a long, long seemingly life sentence. Once she was done in the shower, she got dressed in green pajamas. And she headed into her room, only to find Clara sitting on the bed. Next to her was a bag. 

“Oh, uh, hi?” Sara said nervously. 

“I told you this morning there were a few things we needed to take care of later. Well, now it’s later,” the old woman said. 

“What do we need to take care of?”

“First, c’mon here.” Sara stepped in front of the old woman, terrified of her next words, which were “bare your bottom.”

Sara felt a terrified flare throughout her body as she mindlessly pushed her PJ pants and panties down to her ankles and stood straight, holding her arms to her sides. Clara took a fistful of Sara’s bushy pubic hair and held it, shocking her. 

“Firstly we’ll need to deal with this mess. I didn’t like it last week but now that you’re living here? We’ll have to attend to it.”

“Ahh! What do you mean?” Sara asked. 

“Hush up and lay on your bed.” Clara stood up and patted the bed. Sara waddled to the bed and laid down on her back. Clara reached over to the nightstand and picked up a razor. It looked old. 

“What are you doing?!” Sara asked, afraid. 

“You’re to be kept neat and tidy here on our farm. Not just on the outside but the inside too.” Sara could not believe what she was hearing as the old woman sat beside her feet and brought the razor to her groin. 

“Miss Clara this is ridiculous! I can shave myself.”

“Doesn’t look it. Now hush. I’ll take care of your business this time. I reckon next time should be better. I’ll be checking,” Clara warned. She smacked the insides of Sara’s thighs making her yelp. “Spread your legs out, girl.” Sara reluctantly spread her legs apart and Clara sat herself between them, leaning forward with the razor and began to shave her pubic hair. Sara laid there wildly uncomfortable and exposed as the old woman shaved her. She cringed and closed her eyes as Clara brought the razor down and back up her groin, trimming her. 

“Can I have shaving cream at least?” the red faced girl asked. 

“Shush,” the farmers wife warned, continuing to shave her in silence. Sara never felt so small and infantilized as the old woman worked. She felt extra uncomfortable as the old woman had a full view of her exposed. She prayed that she wouldn’t nick her or cut her. 

“You better stay clean down here,” Clara warned as she finished up. “I’ll be checking. If you’re not maintained, I’ll have to punish you.” Finally she was done. She stood up and placed the razor back down on the nightstand. Sara leaned her head up and looked down. Her pubic hair was gone, she was clean shaven minus a few little hairs. She had a little bit of burn and a nick or two. 

Sara sat herself up and began to turn to get up but Clara returned. 

“Hold your horses,” she said. “We’re not done.” Sara quickly returned to position as the old woman took ahold of pajama pants from around her feet and began pulling them off. Sara stayed still as Clara took her PJ pants off all the way, dropping them on the floor. Clara then took her purple thong and slipped it off as well, holding it up and looking at it with disgust. 

“You call this underwear? This is what whores wear,” Clara chastised her. 

“I’m not a whore!” Sara argued. 

“You may not be but you dress the part,” Clara went on, examining the thong inside and out with disdain. She then walked over to Sara’s nightstand and opened the top drawer to find Sara’s panties all crammed in there. Sara watched in confusion and horror as Clara began pulling out fistfuls of her panties and examining them. Some bikini cuts, some thongs, some booty shorts, all in various designs and colors. The farmer’s wife was appalled. “I’ll be taking care of this. They’ll be going right in the furnace.”

“The furnace?! Why?! That’s MY underwear! MY clothing!”

“Nonsense. You’re on our farm and you’ll wear what WE say. And no farmhand of Jed’s will be wearing these trashy silly things,” she said, still pulling Sara’s underwear out and looking at them in contempt. She dropped Sara’s underwear on the floor and turned for the door. “Don’t move,” she warned as she walked out. Sara laid on her bed, naked from the waist down, freshly shaved, scared to death of whatever was going to happen next. 

Clara returned a few moments later holding 3 large folded ziplock bags. She sat down on the bed next to the still half naked Sara and opened one of the bags, pulling out a pair of wrinkled white granny panties. Sara looked confused as Clara checked the tag of the new underwear.  

“Same size as yours. These will be what you wear from here on, y’hear?”

“What? Where did you get those?”

“These are Jenny’s from when she was your age. Jenny’s our daughter.”

“What the? Those are used underwear? I’m not wearing someone else’s underwear!” Jed entered the room. Sara quickly covered up down there. 

“What’s all this commotion about?” he asked. 

“Sara is giving orders, thinking she’s the boss.” Jed noticed the panties on the floor. He bent down and picked up a handful, inspecting them. 

“Not on this farm you ain’t. And these undergarments are going right in the furnace. Not appropriate for my farmhand.”

“But why does it matter? They’re MY underwear.”

“Calm yourself girl. You’re on MY farm. Your behind and what goes on it are up to ME. And I don’t want these frilly little colorful nonsense underpants on you.” Sara let out a frustrated exhale through her nose. 

“Okay but I don’t want to wear used underwear, I can go get new ones tomorrow.”

“First of all, our Jenny’s 40 now, she hasn’t worn these in ages. Not like you and her are swapping back and forth. But yes these WERE hers and you ARE gonna wear them and that’s the end of it.”

“Why can’t I go get new ones?”

“Because these panties are tried and true. And that’s all I have to say on the matter to you. And if we catch you wearing a pair that aren’t these, you’ll be in bigger trouble.” Sara pouted, annoyed and disgusted. 

“Now speaking of trouble, I don’t appreciate you fussing with my wife and telling us what YOU’RE gonna do,” Jed said, rolling up his sleeves. “So it looks like we needa warm your bottom up.” Sara went wide eyed and shook her head. 

“But-“

“Not another word,” Jed warned. “You know how we deal with things around here. And looks like you’re gonna be sleeping on your belly tonight. Get yourself on your feet.” Sara, still covering her groin, turned and propped herself off the bed and stood up. Jed took a seat on the edge of the bed and pat his lap. “Go on, get over.” 

Sara let out a whimper as she bent over the farmer’s lap, moving her hands in front of her and keeping her feet on the floor. Jed held her in position with his left hand and began spanking with the right. 

“Ow! Oww!” Sara whined as his calloused hand began smacking her. 

“First day living here and already you’re over my knee,” Jed said, doing firm swats. 

“Ouch! Please!” Sara whined. 

“Hush,” Jed warned. 

“Warm her good,” Clara said as she returned to the dresser. She began pulling out all of Sara’s panties, dropping them on the floor. Once the drawer was empty, she took the 3 ziplocks and opened them, pulling out plain white granny panties that belonged to her daughter Jenny. She emptied all 3 bags, filling the drawer with all the previously-worn underwear for Sara to now wear exclusively. The farmer’s wife then filled all the ziplock bags with Sara’s own underwear, getting each and every last pair in before walking out. 

Jed kept a steady pace going on Sara’s butt, ignoring her whines and cries as he went. 

“Ouch! Ow! Mr. Jed please! I’ll do whatever you say!”

“I know you will. Cause if you needa be spanked every day, you’ll get spanked every day, Lord as my witness.”

A few moments later, Clara returned empty handed. 

“Burned em good, dear?” Jed asked. 

“Yessir. All of our farmhand’s little underpants went in the furnace.” 

“Ow! You burned ALL my underwear?! Ah!” Sara gasped. 

“Sure did. All those frilly, colorful things? All burnt to ash. You’ll wear the nice full white panties I put in your drawer for you.”

“Ow! I don’t want to wear used underwear!!”

“You believe the attitude on her Jed?”

“Sure don’t. Damn shame,” Jed said, giving Sara 5 good hard smacks in a row.

“Owwww!”

“Clara why don’t you grab that hairbrush and pull up a chair and join me? That might fix this girl’s attitude.” Sara cringed in fright as Clara grabbed Sara’s own hairbrush off the dresser and handed it to Jed. 

“One second honey,” the farmer’s wife said before walking out. Jed took the hairbrush and began spanking Sara with it. 

“Ow! Ouch!”

“Shush up.”

A few moments later, Clara reentered, holding her hairbrush in one hand and dragging in a kitchen chair with the other. She propped it up to the bed and took a seat. Jed stopped spanking Sara and took a moment to stretch his arms a bit. 

“Alright now, git yourself up,” the farmer told her. Sara pushed herself off his lap and stood up, rubbing her sore butt. Clara positioned the chair so her knees met her husband’s. “Now quit your rubbin and lay over both our knees,” was the farmer’s next command. Sara let out a whimper as she laid on the bed, positioning herself so her hands were on the floor, her legs were on the bed, and her red ass was now in both the laps of the farmer and his wife. 

“Now let’s finish this up,” Jed said. Immediately both him and Clara began spanking Sara with their hairbrushes, him on her left cheek and Clara on her right. They went at different paces, both very firm, each hitting different parts. While Jed focused on the center, Clara lifted up Sara’s right cheek and hit her sit spots. 

Sara howled in pain, wiggling and kicking legs, screaming. 

“OW! OWWW! FUCK OUCH!! PLEASE NO MORE!”

“You’re on our farm now, girl,” Jed declared, not stopping. “Your bottom belongs to us. And we’ll warm it as we please.” 

“OWWW!”

“You’ll wear what we say, do what we say. Or this is the price you pay. Capeesh?”

“OW! OKAYYY!” Sara was crying now, her ass burning from the onslaught. Jed and Clara sped up their spanking together over the minutes, eventually getting to a point where they kept hitting her ass cheeks together. 

“I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! IT HURTS!”

“You’ll take every bit we give. No matter how when or why,” the farmer coldly disregarded her pleas. 

2 more minutes went by, the girl crying in agony, the farmer and his wife doling out the punishment. Finally, they stopped. Sara was sobbing. Her ass was on fire, red all over. 

“You learned your lesson?” Jed asked. 

“Yessir!” 

“Alright, git yourself up.” 

Sara managed to get herself up and started wiping her eyes, trying to stop crying. Clara also stood up, walking over to Sara’s dresser. She opened up the top drawer and pulled out a pair of white granny panties and walked them over to Sara. 

“Here, get dressed,” Clara instructed. 

Sara took the panties, still drying her eyes. She didn’t want to put on these used underwear, but also was tired of being naked from the waist down in front of the farmers. Momentarily wondering if she could get out of putting them on but reminding herself of the pain down below, she held them proper and looked inside to ensure they were clean before slowly putting them on. Once they were on her legs she pulled them up, carefully bringing them to their proper position covering up. She felt a stinging on her ass and rubbed, cringing and feeling immediately disgusted that she was wearing underwear that someone else had worn regularly.

“Those are the underpants you are to wear every day,” Clara instructed. 

“You heard the lady,” Jed agreed. “Maybe down the line we’ll buy you your own to wear. But that’s what you wear from here on out.”

Sara nodded, sniffling. She was in pain, embarrassed, and grossed out. Clara then handed her her PJ pants, which she also slowly put on, imprisoning her in the used underwear. Finally, Jed stood up and took the chair to bring it back to the kitchen. 

“Get to bed now. You need to be up to work at 4:30. Goodnight,” Jed said as him and Clara walked out. Sara laid down on the bed and cried. She put her hand down the back of her pants, trying to separate the underwear from her burning behind. She rubbed her butt with one hand and cried into her other arm. 

This was her life now. 

Living in this house. 

Working for those old grouches. 

Wearing used panties. 

Getting spanked by the farmer and his wife at their discretion. 

And it was only night 1. 

Welcome to the farm.