By SubstituteWriter
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Copyright 2025 by SubstituteWriter, all rights reserved
[8,900 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
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such material, please leave now.
My unusual summer
Even if you really, really, really like
your girlfriend, I’d still suggest you get every single scrap of
information about unknown situations. I trusted Diane, a 15-year-old
sophomore at Beta Heights High School here in River Gulch, Texas whom I
had been dating for a few months.
As it turned out, it wasn’t a horrible experience and I learned a few skills and faced a brand-new perspective on life.
I take that back. It was a horrible experience at the time. I just grew to understand it better the older I got.
I’m Jack, 17, six-foot tall and 200 pounds of solid muscle. Playing
football both helped and hindered me that summer. I was a back-up
linebacker with career stats of exactly nine tackles and one fumble
recovery.
And, yeah, we’ve heard all the jokes about that song
by some guy (Melon Camp?) we’d never heard of, so don’t bother bringing
it up. See, Diane was a cheerleader for the Mighty Dustbunnies, so it
all seemed to fit in with whatever that Camp guy was singing.
OK, so back to the real story, and it’s so embarrassing I’m blushing just remembering it.
Diane is part of an extended family that includes three aunts and six
female cousins, all aged between 12 and 15. It was like they
coordinated it. Three girls were 12 and three girls were 15. And all
their birthdays were all around the same time in July.
That’s
why they all got together on Aunt Ethel’s massive ranch every July.
Aunt Dorothy and Aunt Helen each brought their daughters (Tess and
Joyce and Leslie and Stacie respectively) and Diane brought her younger
sister, Joan.
Ethel, a tough woman who followed her own rules
and never gave an inch, had used local boys to work the ranch but then
drafted the nieces’ boyfriends, on the assumption she cold whip them
into shape.
Unfortunately, only Diane had a boyfriend that
summer. Diane had already promised Ethel I would help before she even
asked me. You never want to anger Aunt Ethel, which I learned firsthand.
Diane and all her talk of “carrying my own weight” and “teaching the
young ladies a few things” got to me and I agreed without getting the
important information.
Aunt Dorothy drove us the five hours to
Ethel’s ranch. The girls hogged both rows of the van so I had to sit in
the back, with all their luggage. Dorothy and Aunt Helen sat in the
front seat.
When we were about an hour away, Dorothy asked Diane if I knew all the rules for the trip.
“Not exactly,” Diane said. “I left out a few things, like the dress code and daily chores.”
Dorothy laughed and wondered if I shouldn’t be made aware of them
before we arrived. Diane said it would be better to learn them when I
got there.”
"They both shared a laugh and Dorothy said, “I hope he likes surprises.”
I had overheard the conversation and poked my head over the back row of seats. I asked Joan what was going on with the rules.
“They’re only for you because you are a male,” she said. “All I know is I get to boss you around.”
“Wait, what? What do you mean you get to boss me around?”
“Last year, I was in charge of Bennie and made sure he cleaned out the
barn every day,” she said. “He also had to give me buggy rides.”
“Is that all he did?”
“Oh no, he did lots of other stuff for anybody who asked. He was cool and did everything we said. He never had to be punished.”
“But what about Diane? Doesn’t she have to share in the chores?”
“Oh gosh no. She’ll be with my aunts, Tess and Leslie. They learn about
owning things, like the farm, the horses and, well, other things. Don’t
get me into trouble and just wait until we get there.”
By the
time we arrived at Aunt Ethel’s ranch (Double XYZ), I Hadn’t seen so
much as a building for several miles. There weren’t many trees either
and the few which stood all leaned to one side.
We stopped in front of a large home that seemed out of place. It was a mansion, with two levels, and so beautiful.
Aunt Dorothy got us all lined up in front of her car. Dorothy and Helen
were at the front, followed by Diane, Tess and Leslie. Then it was
Joan, Joyce and Stacie. I was last. I felt like we were going to be
inspected or something.
Aunt Ethel walked out the front door
and approached Dorothy. I knew she was not to be messed with but I
thought she might be a soft touch.
Ethel warmly hugged her two
sisters and then went down the line, stopping to chat with each girl.
She truly seemed to adore her nieces and vice versa.
After telling Stacie how much more mature she looked, Aunt Ethel looked at me and her face suddenly turned fierce and angry.
“What is this?” She turned toward Dorothy and pointed at me.
“I’m Jack, I’m …. “
“Silence!” Ethel roared.
I felt like a little kid being screamed at by his teacher.
“Dorothy, Diane, doesn’t he know the rules?”
To which I made the mistake of trying to answer “no one told …”
Ethel got in my face. “I said silence. You’ve already earned a punishment.”
“But .. “
“Two punishments.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Three punishments and the gag!”
By this time Dorothy and Diane were bent over laughing.
“What is so funny?”
“I’m afraid we forgot to have him ready,” Dorothy said. “I’m sorry
Ethel, I just wanted to see what would happen if he showed up like
this.”
Ethel’s face went calm and the beginning of a smile cracked her lips.
“Which is your prerogative, of course. But now we must rectify the
situation, so that this beast understands his duties. Diane, please
fetch one of the bit gags from the pantry please.”
“Yes Ma’am,” said Diane and then she curtsied and raced into the house.
“Stacie, Leslie, you remove his garments at once. We’ll have to burn them.”
“What?” I hadn’t learned anything.
“Four punishments. Dorothy, Helen, Tess, Joan, hold this creature by its arms and legs so he can be stripped!”
I tried to break free but each girl grabbed an arm or leg and I
couldn’t move. It was like being held by grips. I wasn’t going anywhere
and the thought of being naked in front of all them hit me like a
tsunami. My body filled with embarrassment to the extent I wanted the
ground to open beneath me and swallow me.
Being exposed like
this was the single most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me
and I don’t know how I didn’t just burn up from shame.
Stacie and Leslie each grabbed a shoe and pulled it off, throwing them toward an open pit. Next went my socks.
Stacie went for my belt while Leslie used both hands to grab my shirt
and literally tore it open. She worked in tandem with the arm holders
to rob me of my shirt.
Meanwhile, Stacie removed my belt,
unsnapped my jeans, grabbed the hem of both pants and underwear and
swiftly lowered them to my ankles. She worked with the leg holders to
remove my jeans, underwear and modesty.
I can’t explain why I
had such a hard-on because I didn’t feel sexy at all. I felt like a
little boy who got caught doing something bad.
Diane returned by the time I was completely nude, with my arms and legs still being restricted.
“Holy crap, that is awesome,” Diane said pointing at my thing.
“Yeah, he’s way bigger than Bennie!” Joan crowed.
Diane walked up to me, showing me a thick rubber bit gag. “Open wide.”
I kept my mouth closed. Not the smartest thing I’ve ever done. Aunt
Ethel saw this and rushed over, grabbing my cheeks and forcing my mouth
open. Diane inserted the gag, looped it together behind my head and
added a lock for good measure.
I couldn’t form any words as ‘guhs’ and ‘acks’ came from my throat.
“You’ve just earned your fifth punishment, which sets the record,”
Ethel said. “You should always know what you’re getting into. This is
no one’s fault but your own.”
Turning to Diane, she mouthed the word ‘handcuffs’ sending my ‘girlfriend’ back to the house.
Everyone let go of me and the first thing I did was grab my dick and balls to hide them from view.
“Six!”
I figured I couldn’t get any more so I continued to hide myself. But
when Diane came back with the handcuffs, Ethel whispered into my ear,
“seven.”
Now my hands were locked behind my back and I could
hide no longer. It was all out there to see for three older women,
three preteens and three teenagers. I was mortified.
“We
haven’t even gotten settled and this thing has seven punishments
coming,” said Ethel. “It’s not allowed to enter the house until he’s
been given his punishments. Joan, you’re the top handler, take him to
the barn and lock him to the door handle. He can’t go in the barn
either.”
Joan happily retrieved a length of chain and another lock. She grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to the barn.
“This is going to be a great month,” Joan said. “I’m going to learn a
lot thanks to you. And remember, I can assign punishments as well, so
don’t do anything bad.”
I grunted as she slapped me once n my bare ass. That was as articulate as I could be at the moment.
The barn was at least a half-mile away, and the dirt path was littered with small stones and weeds.
We arrived at the barn and she had me turn my back to the door. She
weaved the chain between my handcuffs and the large black handle bolted
into the wood. I heard the click of yet another lock and knew I weas
screwed.
To make things even more embarrassing, she took out a
silver chain, looped the key onto it and hooked it around her own neck.
She had my freedom on her necklace.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she giggled and walked away. All I could do was stare at her as she got smaller and smaller.
End of Part I
My unusual summer Part II
(Aunt Ethel explains all the rules to Jack and then gives him one
chance to opt out. He’s got to make a decision quickly and his
relationship with Diane is on the line.)
My heart was pounding
at every noise I heard while chained to the barn door. To me, the worst
thing possible was to be discovered naked by somebody I didn’t know and
I could hide nothing.
I knew Diane had tricked me, but I
thought I should take a little bit of responsibility too. After all, I
did say yes even after Diane told me how forceful Aunt Ethel ran her
ranch.
Diane and I kissed a little bit on dates, but that was
as far as it went. I mean, we were both under 18 and she was 15. I
wasn’t going to take advantage and have my reputation ruined.
I certainly felt strange in my current situation, standing in the
middle of nowhere without a stitch of clothing, my hands handcuffed
behind me, chained to the barn door and having to endure a rubber bit
gag in my mouth. I couldn’t control my saliva and was drooling all over
the place.
For some reason, I wasn’t angry at anybody or
anything. Like I said, I thought the worst thing was having a bunch of
people seeing me like this.
Yeah, yeah, I realize nine females
had not only seen me like this but helped put me in this condition.
Still, if they were the only ones who did see me, I could live with
that. It was interesting to have so many hands on my body all at once.
The other confusing thing was my hard-on. It stayed up and alert
despite the fact I felt so much shame and embarrassment. My feelings
were mixed. I remembered Joan saying I was “bigger than Bennie,” and I
actually felt good about that.
Now I started worrying about
how long I was going to be like this. It was at least 15 minutes since
Joan left, and maybe even longer. What happens if they leave me here
overnight?
Then I heard some rustling along the path me and
Joan took and I started to panic. Then I heard the sound of voices and
I tried to rip myself away from the door. I was stuck. Whoever was
coming was going to see an eyeful. Me, a naked guy with a hard-on that
started flopping around every time I moved.
Aunts Ethel,
Dorothy and Helen appeared from the brush and I actually sighed in
relief. They were followed by Diane, Tess, Leslie, Joan, Joyce and
Stacie.
They formed a semi-circle around me and I could tell
they were looking at my hard-on. There was some giggling from the
12-year-olds, but not as much as I thought. I wondered how long they’d
been coming to the ranch.
Then Aunt Ethel stepped up to within a couple of feet from me and began a long dialogue.
“Young man, you are to pay attention to every word I’m about to say.
You are to stay completely silent, no mumbling, no sounds of any kind.
Understood?”
I nodded assent.
“Very well, I’m about
to teach you something extremely important. My sisters and I were
brought up to become dominant women. We make all the rules and males
such as yourself must obey them or face the consequences. Now I
understand from Diane and Dorothy that they deliberately did not
explain ranch rules. It’s OK for them to do so, young man, but you are
not allowed to break any rules whether you know them or not.”
I finally recognized she was calling me ‘young man’ instead of ‘it.’
Cool. My head started bouncing up and down, which Ethel took to mean
that I fully agreed to having broken rules I never knew existed.
Ethel continued. “First rule is that males are only allowed to exist on
this ranch as a form of animal, maybe a bit more privileged, but still
an animal which does not wear human clothing. AT ALL. We were going to
burn your clothes but we’ve decided to delay that action until this
situation is fixed. We’ve had to restrain you because you break so many
rules in five minutes than anyone has ever been broken combined over
the three-year run of the “Female-Led Relationship” program. Do you
understand so far?”
I nodded enthusiastically and she went on.
“Good, so we’ve taken care of the first rule. The second rule is no
talking, period. You’ll have to come up with appropriate non-verbal
signs to communicate with us. Which brings us to the rule of law around
here. Females are in absolute control here and males have zero rights.
Males are here to serve any female who requests something of you. What
we say goes, whether it’s allowing you to walk upright or on all fours.
Nothing is out of bounds on this ranch. So far, so good?”
I reluctantly nodded.
“Very good young man. You now understand what is expected of you. I
will give you exactly two minutes; 120 seconds, to decide whether you
are willing to follow our rules or would prefer to retreat to the
outside world. Time starts now.”
My head was swirling with
everything Ethel said. I tried to quickly sort things out. Diane made
eye contact with me and her sparkling, pleading eyes told me what she
wanted. I glanced at Joan, who wore a bigger smile than was ever
painted onto a clown.
“One minute,” Ethel announced.
My heart racing, I ran through the events of the day, I’ve been on the
ranch for like an hour, maybe, and so much has allowed happened to me.
It was like I was a different person, with feelings I couldn’t quite
understand. My hard-on was finally beginning to fade as I tossed and
turned inside my head.
“Time. We need your decision and we need it in a clear, non-verbal method. Yes or no?”
Just as I was about to shake my head no, I once again caught sight of
Diane and my head just started rapidly bobbing up and down on its own.
I was in.
The girls seemed relieved, though Diane and Joan clearly demonstrated extra excitement.
That’s when I noticed that Diane was wearing a chain with two keys
dangling from it. Joan was also wearing a chain, though with one key.
“Your trainer will release you at her leisure and then you will join us
around the bonfire for food and drink. Your proper place, when you’re
not with Joan, is to be kneeling at Diane’s right side, a good foot or
so behind her. She’s likely to adjust your position and you will, of
course, make the adjustments. We’ll see you later.”
With that, Ethel and seven other females turned away and began walking along the path again. Joan stayed behind.
After the others were out of sight, Joan walked up to me and grabbed my
balls. Not hard. She balanced them in her hand and spoke.
“You
are in my hands any time you’re not with Diane,” she said. “You will
listen to my every instruction and I really hope you won’t hesitate to
obey. I may only be 12, but I learned a lot the past two summers. Don’t
test me.”
I had no intention of testing her. I mean, really,
she literally had me by the balls. I felt vulnerable and weak and
wished I could tell her I will do everything she tells me to do.
“I’m responsible for making sure you complete your chores every day. In
addition, I’m also responsible for your exercise, followed by fun time.”
Fun time? This couldn’t get any more humiliating, nor could it get any more exciting.
“Diane really likes you and she wants this to work for both of you. I
want it to work too. Diane has learned a lot about female-led
relationships and I can’t wait to follow in her footsteps. I also have
to tell you that neither Tess nor Leslie has a boyfriend at the moment,
so Diane agreed to share with them. They’ll get to practice what they
learned on you. I’ll have to supervise of course and I think I can
learn a lot from that. Joyce and Stacie will hang around too. We’re
just going to have so much fun!”
I doubted that, but I wasn’t
going to complain. Joan took the key from her necklace and unlocked me
from the barn door. She grabbed me by the arm and started leading me
toward the house. I passively allowed her to guide me.
Along
the way, it dawned on me that whatever I wanted was worthless. I was
being controlled by three girls who were all five years younger than
me. Diane, Tess and Leslie were all 15, which did not skip my mind. I
guess having older women like Aunts Ethel, Dorothy and Helen around to
supervise was OK, though I doubted I was going to be seeing them much.
We reached the site of the barbeque grill and bonfire. Joan released me
and pointed toward Diane. I obediently walked over to where she was
sitting and carefully got on my knees to her right, a foot behind her.
Diane asked that I kneel beside her, so I shuffled up, getting my knees
scratched as a consequence. She then unlocked me from the rubber bit.
My jaws were sore and I had a hard time getting some feeling back. She
told me to stay quiet as she put the bit in my lap and then put her
hand on top of my head.
“Now then, we have a couple of things
to take care of before we eat,” Aunt Ethel announced. “There is the
matter of this young man’s discipline … “
Crap. That was my reaction.
“He’s earned seven punishments. The first six will be delivered by our
six young women here. Each girl will order him over their knees and
deliver 25 hand spanks. After we’ve completed those punishments, we
will allow him to watch us burn his clothing.”
I nearly lost
it. Not only was I naked, but I also wouldn’t have anything to wear no
matter what I did. That hit me pretty hard. I was at their mercy.
Diane must have sensed something as she rubbed the back of my head and
whispered, “everything will be just fine.” What could I do? I nodded.
A kitchen chair was placed in full view of everyone. Diane grabbed my
elbow and led me to the chair. She sat down and patted her lap. I tried
to gracefully slide over her lap but without the use of my hands I was
pretty clunky about it, which the others found amusing.
“Keep your hands away from your butt and do not make a sound,” she said.
The first three spanks were almost like love taps. Before I could get
comfortable though, Diane delivered three sharp blows in quick
succession. I could only grunt loudly.
Diane rubbed my ass
before delivering one hard spank. Then she waited a few seconds and
delivered three more quick ones. She continued to mix up the rhythm of
her spanks and I was unable to get comfortable.
My butt
already felt hot and sore when she finished. She told me no rubbing and
to kneel before her. When I assumed the position, she placed her hands
on my cheeks and spoke. “You are a good boy and after this is all over,
there will be no hard feelings. I need you to be a good boy for every
one else.” Then she brushed her lips over mine for barely a second.
Then she left me there and returned to her seat.
Tess took her
spot on the chair and rested her hands on her lap, staring into my
eyes. She was going to draw this out. A minute later, she patted her
lap and my second attempt at a graceful landing ended with the same
clumsy effort.
She started rhythmically spanking me, hard. It
was like ‘a one, a two, a SPANK, and a one, etc.’ I had a chance to
swallow the pain after every strike. I didn’t cry but my eyes teared
up. This was painful. I’m going to make sure I never get another
punishment.
Tess also had me kneel before her. She also took my cheeks into her hands and whispered “good boy” before vacating the chair.
For some reason, being told I was a ‘good boy’ filled me with pride. It
was as though I accomplished something and I felt special.
Leslie used a paddle on me and completed her strokes in just a few
moments. I was hurting so bad, I literally rolled off her lap in pain.
Still, I got to my knees and presented myself to her.
She stood up and bent over to kiss my head before telling me I was a good boy. That felt cool.
Joyce came up next. I’d never really spoken to her beyond a causal
greeting, so I didn’t know what to expect. She seemed to be in a hurry
and just grabbed my arm to guide me over her lap. It wasn’t nearly as
awkward as before.
Joyce, using her hand, didn’t strike
particularly hard, but it was still intense after the beating I took
from Leslie. When she was finished, she pushed me off her lap and I
fell face first into the dirt.
When I got my knees, Joyce
leaned over and started dusting my face. Then she laughed and told me I
was a good boy. Even coming from her meant something special. I needed
to hear that, even from a 12-year-old. It made it all worthwhile.
Stacie came next. She lived closer to Diane and Joan, so I knew her a
little better. She was always friendly and loved telling jokes. Stacie
wasn’t so friendly delivering 25 spanks using a stick. I thought I
wasn’t going to last. My butt really felt like it was burning up.
When I was on my knees in front of her, all she did was pat my head and
call me a good boy. Again, I felt a sense of accomplishment when she
said that. I knew I wanted to hear it more often. It was exciting to be
able to accomplish something and be rewarded.
Joan was last
and was matter-of-fact about spanking me with her hand. When she had me
on my knees, she started at me, her eyes gleaming like a midnight star.
She kept looking at me like that until she reached over, grabbed my
elbow, picking me off the ground and said “you are such a very good
boy.”
I melted inside as she escorted me back to Diane. I took
my position beside her and she ruffled my hair using both hands. She
was also smiling broadly.
“For the final punishment, he will
have to wear his handcuffs until breakfast time,” Aunt Ethel announced
without much fanfare. “Now it’s burning time.”
My clothes went
up in flames, but I was feeling content, despite the beating my butt
received. Being called a good boy awakened something in me. It also
awakened my hard-on.
Diane and Joan took turns feeding me,
with the result of me being mess. Joan was in charge of cleaning me and
then putting me to bed. It was still early, but rules were rules. I
slept on the floor of the foyer, a blanket tossed over me by Joan.
End of part II
My unusual summer Part III
(Joan awakens Jack early the next morning and, along with her cousins,
teach him the early-morning routine. His final punishment finally ends
but it’s still early in the day.)
The front door opened with a
bang, startling me out of a wonderful dream. It was Joan. I wanted to
badly to complain, but I dared not speak. Joan ripped the blanket off
me, again exposing my naked body and instant hard-on.
“Time to
go to work, boy,” she said, grabbing my elbow and helping me to my
feet. She had sit in a chair near the door and slipped rubber sandals
on my feet. Then she grabbed me again and we headed outside. It was
still dark.
“Don’t worry boy, I know you won’t be able to do
the actual early chores, but you need to get used to the early hours.
I’ll be waking you at 4 a.m. every morning.”
She couldn’t actually make me do that, could she? Well, if today is any example, yes she can.
Joan guided me to a fenced area near the barn while explaining I was
still under punishment and so could not be released from the handcuffs.
Besides, Diane had the key and she was still sleeping.
I saw
Joyce and Stacie sitting atop the fence near a gate as we approached.
They both hopped off as we arrived and ran over to us.
“Everything go okay?” Joyce asked.
“Yep, he’s going to be no trouble,” Joan said. “I think the punishments convinced him to behave himself.”
“Speaking of punishment … “ Stacie walked behind me, lifted my hands
out of the way and admired the result of last night’s punishment. “Wow,
does that look sore. Is it sore boy?”
I nodded. My ass was still on fire. Stacie put her hand on my butt, her touch cold.
“It sure is hot. We could boil an egg,” she said, laughing.
“I did tell you that Joyce and Stacie will be around a lot, didn’t I?” Joan asked of me. I nodded again.
“Ok then, this is how it works. We’re going to do your early chores
this morning and you’re going to have to watch carefully,” said Joan.
“Joyce, you get first watch on the boy, and make sure he stays
attentive.”
I was walked over to the gate, where Joan backed
me up to the wooden slats, produced a small chain and lock and secured
me to the door facing the field.
“Let’s go get the ponies Stacie,” Joan said as both girls ran off into the open field where a trio of them roamed.
Joyce leaned against the fence, getting an unobstructed view of my full
frontal nudity. It made me uncomfortable to have this 12-year-old
openly gape at my private parts. In fact, being out here with three
12-year-olds and no adult supervision made me extremely aware of my
vulnerability. The humiliation continued to mount.
“I see you’re not used to being treated like this,” Joyce said.
I avoided eye contact, looked at the ground and nodded slightly. Joyce gave my poor aching ass a slap.
“Attention boy! You’re supposed to be watching everything. Eyes up!”
The sudden wave of pain made me start watching Joan and Stacie. Meanwhile, Joyce softly rubbed the butt cheek she hit.
“We’re here to take care of you boy,” she said. “We want to take care
of you, but you have to help us. You must follow our instructions.
Doesn’t that make you feel better?”
I nodded.
“Good boy.”
There’s that feeling of accomplishment that I was being rewarded for
learning an important lesson. It felt good and tingly. After all, I was
helpless without them. I couldn’t even feed myself at dinner and Joan
had to hold a bucket of water for me this morning. That was right after
she had pee in a clump of bushes near the house.
“We’re all in
this together,” Joyce said. “We know, for example, that males cannot be
counted on top take care of themselves. That’s why the aunts all tell
us that boys are not allowed any modesty or privacy, nor can they make
their own decisions. That’s our job.”
I nodded, more to make
her feel like she was in charge. I guess for now, she really is in
charge. I guess I have to agree that I could not make any decisions on
my own.
Stacie and Joan approached the gate, each with a horse in hand. The third one trailed behind them.
“Well, the first thing you do every morning is to get the horses
rounded up, fed and watered and bring them into their stalls,” Joan
said as she paused to unlock the chain. “Joyce will lead you as we take
care of the horses.”
Stacie and Joan led the horses to their
water trough and filled feed bags with oats. As the feeding continued,
they entered the barn with mops and brooms, cleaning out each stall of
poop and garbage. Joyce treated me to an up-close view of the
proceedings, guiding me around as though I were a horse.
I
noted that a handful of other animals and birds were living in the
barn. I was told they kept the horses company and made sure rodents
didn’t take over the area.
After the horses were locked into
their stalls and the barn door shut, Joyce led me to the indoor milking
facility. Stacie and Joan affixed sucking tubes to the teats of each
cow and flipped a switch.
“We should make you use your hands, so you know what you’re missing,” Joyce teased me.
After collecting the milk from the handful of cows, we marched over to
the chicken coop, where I watched Stacie and Joan gather eggs.
“You’re responsible for keeping each facility clean,” Joyce said. "That’s in addition to your other morning tasks.”
Joyce led me to the back door of the house, which opened into a
kitchen. Stacie and Joan got busy putting the milk away, getting pans
on the stove for the eggs, and making coffee.
“You’re
responsible for cooking breakfast each morning,” Joyce said. “And then,
while we’re eating in the dining room, you’ll clean up in here. You get
to eat when Diane allows it. She’ll set out a bowl for you.”
The table was set for nine. The three aunts and three teenagers each
took their places while the 12-year-olds served the meals before
sitting down and helping themselves.
I could not join them. Instead, I hung out in the kitchen while listening to them chatting and eating.
It wasn’t until after all the dishes, pots and pans were cleared and
cleaned that Diane entered the kitchen with a bowl full of eggs,
half-eaten bacon and cold toast and set it down on the ground. She also
filled a bowl of milk and set it down beside the food.
“Please enjoy your feast boy,” she said after kissing the top of my head and walking away.
I realized right away I had to somehow eat my breakfast by getting down
on the floor, which isn’t easy without the use of your hands, and
lapping it all up.
I got through breakfast without spilling
too much or getting a lot of scraps stuck to my face. Joan made sure I
cleaned up the mess on the floor, putting a rag on the ground and
touching my nose.
When it was deemed I was presentable, Diane
came into the kitchen, had me stand up and unlocked the handcuffs.
Finally, I could move my arms around. My shoulders were sore.
“I was told you were such a good boy this morning,” said Diane. “I’m so
proud of you. But be careful, these handcuffs can be put on you at any
time and by anyone.”
She emphasized that by locking a collar
around my neck and then placing both the cuffs and the key on the ring
of the collar. She put the collar key on her necklace.
“Now you’re training really begins,” she said. She kissed my forehead, tole me to stay and left the kitchen.
End of part III
My unusual summer Part IV
(After chores, the girls use their recreation time by taking Jack to the practice track and running around for a while)
Joan collected me a few minutes later, grabbing my wrist to lead me
outside. Joyce and Stacie were waiting for us just outside. Both of
them had brown paper bags and canteens with them.
While I
spent most of the early morning outside with the 12-year-old years,
having to be in their company while naked remained humiliating and I
continued to feel shameful. No matter what was going on, or where I
was, being in this position felt awkward and made me feel dependent on
others. I could not hide, and so I felt vulnerable.
Joyce said
they were supposed to be taking care of me, like they were more mature
than I despite being five years younger than me. In a way, they were
more mature. After all, they were properly dressed and were instructing
me. Since I could not speak, I had to follow them meekly.
The next few hours were spent tidying up in the barn, the milking
facility and the chicken coop. We also walked the property to make sure
everything was ship-shape. Joan kept careful notes of possible
problems. We always kept an eye on the animals to assure health and
welfare.
I was impressed with Joan in her supervisory role.
She assumed authority without being too bossy and continually guided us
through our chores in a timely manner. Joyce and Stacie also acted
properly and weren’t trying to make me feel like anything but a helping
hand, a ranch dude if you will.
After three hours or so, Joan
called for a break. We all sat down on some rocks and had lunch. Stacie
was in charge of my feeding and so she fed me small portions of a
sandwich and held the canteen to my mouth. She also wiped my mouth if I
got something on me.
“You are being a good boy,” Joan said. “I
can’t wait to tell Diane how well you are doing. Everything you do on
the ranch reflects on her, since she’s the one who invited you. But
you’re also helping me as a trainer. The better you can do, the better
I look. Joyce and Stacie are also learning a lot thanks to your
obedience.”
“Yeah, you are being a good boy,” Stacie said.
“Until today, I didn’t realize how hard it was to take care of a boy.
But you’re making it easier and I appreciate that.”
“I agree with both of them, that you’re being a good boy,” Joyce said. “And you are minding us so well.”
“Just so you know, we’re not all three of us going to be with you every
day,” Joan said. “Mostly me, but there are times when Stacie or Joyce
will supervise you. Of course, we’ll all share in fun time, which comes
up pretty soon.”
Whenever I heard them call me a “good boy,”
something stirred inside of me. Yes, I was filled with a sense of pride
but it was more than. There were happy thoughts, even sexual thoughts.
The ability to follow orders was gratifying in many ways, not the least
awakening a feeling of submission within me. I felt more alive when I
submitted to the girls. And I can also say my penis was alive as well.
After resting for nearly an hour, Joan grabbed me by the wrist again
and I responded quickly, enthusiastically jumping up and looking ready
to go.
That made the girls chuckle and Stacie came over to rub my shoulder. “I’m happy you’re happy,” she said.
Joyce rubbed my butt, still sore from last night’s punishment and a
reminder to remain completely obedient. Joan just shook her head and
led me toward an area behind the barn that had been cleared of rocks
and debris and was made to resemble a racetrack, complete with a few
benches.
Diane, Tess, Leslie and the three aunts were already
seated when we arrived. Joan instructed me to fetch one of the buggies
from the barn and I did so without hesitation.
Joan held
something in her hand that turned out to be a modified bridle. She had
me position the buggy on the dirt track in front of the small
grandstand and then told me to stand between the two handles and grab
one in each hand. Then she unlocked the handcuffs on my collar and
tossed them aside.
The modified bridle was placed on my head,
with straps across my forehead and chin and a strap down each side,
near my ears. Joan then buckled a rein to the straps on either side of
my head.
It took me a while to understand what was going on
before the sudden realization that I was being hooked up like a horse
to the buggy. This realization produced rosy red cheeks. I felt a rush
of shame that I was being used this way.
“Be a good boy and
listen carefully,” Joan whispered in my ear. “I think you know what’s
going on and you’re going to do such a good job. Each rein will
indicate which way the rider wants you to go when she pulls the rein to
either side. Pulling on the reins means slow down.”
I felt a
wave of embarrassment consume me, jump-starting my obvious arousal. Why
do I feel so weird? I was humiliated and excited at the same time.
Joan’s calming whispering gave me a tingling feeling. And I was
certainly aware of the other eight females, who made up the audience.
"Any misbehavior, whether on purpose or not, and we can add things like
a whip or that pretty rubber bit you like so much,” Joan said.
“Understand?”
I nodded as Joan turned to address the females.
“As you know, ‘Good Boy’ is making his debut as our pony. This is more
for Joyce, Stacie and I, but everyone will have a turn today.”
The small crowd clapped, cheered and many giggled. Diane was looking at me, smiling. She blew me a kiss.
With that, Joan jumped in the cab, whipped the reins and prodded me to
“giddy-up.” I started slow, getting some traction with my rubber shoes
and then starting to build speed. Joan encouraged me to go faster,
pulling the reins when she wanted me to change direction.
For
some reason I felt in sync with Joan, that we were of one mind. I knew
what she wanted me to do even before she asked me. I felt like I was
gliding and was proud of it. I sincerely wanted to please my trainer.
When she pulled back on the reins, I had already passed the
starting/finish line by several yards. I was unaware I had completed a
400-meter run. It felt effortless.
Joan stepped down from the
cab, grabbed one of the straps of my bridle and ran her fingers across
my cheeks, red from exertion and embarrassment.
“Good boy,” she whispered in my ear and filling me with pride, excitement and even some sexual feelings. I felt rewarded.
She pulled me to the others. Diane jumped up and shouted, “2 minutes, 35 seconds!”
“Great job Joan, you’re a natural,” Aunt Ethel said. “Not as fast as
Bennie yet, but there’s plenty of time. Joyce, go get the water bucket
and prepare him for the next lap.”
Joyce lifted the bucket so
that I could drink out of it. She followed that by running a towel over
my face and down each arm. She checked the reins and bridle and then
brought me over to the starting line.
It’s strange to think
how I was responding to all this. I mean, it never got comfortable and
I always felt embarrassed. Yet at the same time, it felt good to be
treated this way. It felt like I found meaning in my life; that just
maybe I was meant to be in this position.
Each turn around the
track was different. Joyce had me walk most of the way, so I needed
nearly six minutes to complete the lap.
I drank after every
lap and the next person in line would wipe me down. Stacie kept me at a
four-minute pace and hummed the whole way.
Tess made me turn every other second and it took nine minutes to make the circuit. She laughed all the way.
Leslie stopped me several times and had me kneel down at one point
while she looked down on me and patted my head, repeating “Good boy.”
Ten minutes later, we returned to the finish line.
Each of the
aunts, Ethel, Dorothy and Helen, didn’t show much interest in making me
do anything and so I finished in around three minutes with each woman.
Diane was last, and I noted that the other females were headed to the house. It would be just me and Diane.
(End of part IV)
My unusual summer Part V
(Diane explains how Jack will learn to be the perfect male in a
female-led relationship. In order to show Jack who’s boss, the girls
have a little surprise for him during dessert.)
Diane unhooked
me from the reins and bridle, snared a finger into my collar and led me
to a clear area near the track entrance, where a smooth steel bench was
located. She sat down and had me face her, on my knees, my fingers
interlaced behind my head from the ground in front of the bench.
“Keep eye contact me with me,” she began, “and keep that pose no matter
how it feels. You’ll be asked to spend a lot of time that way.”
She leaned forward, her right elbow resting on her knee, her right hand resting under her chin.
“You will always remain her after recreation time, coming to this spot,
assuming this position and waiting for me to arrive. Either Joan,
Stacie or Joyce will inform me when you are ready. This is our time,
you and me, to further our bonds in a female-led relationship. First, I
want you to formerly submit yourself to my authority by kissing each of
my feet within the next 10 seconds.”
I took a deep breath and bent over, kissing the tops of her shiny black ankle-high boots.
Diane smiled and called me a good boy, which sent tingles through my body.
“I see Joan is taking good care of you. I can tell she puts lotion all
over you so your skin doesn’t turn rd. I know the girls like being
around you and taking care of you.”
I felt the heat of shame and embarrassment wash over me and bow my head.
“Eyes up,” Diane firmly said.
I obey.
“Tell me, does it feel good when Joan applies the lotion everywhere?”
Knowing she meant my not-so-private parts, I shook my head no.
“Now, now, I find that hard to believe. It’s okay to feel good. You must feel very good. Or do you really feel embarrassed?”
I nodded my head vigorously.
“Well, we’ll have to see about that. In the meantime, I want you to
consider very seriously what a female-led relationship means to you. It
may come as a surprise that first and foremost I want it to be a
healing, nurturing relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of
holding all the power and of being in control but the foundation has to
be healing and nurturing and that I take care of you. Do you
understand?”
I didn’t quite understand, so I gave a kind of
frustrated nod. I thought it was about allowing her to make all the
rules and that I would have to follow them or be punished.
“Let me put it another way,” she said. “I love that you are kneeling
before me, naked, vulnerable and embarrassed. It gives me great
pleasure. But suppose you made a mistake and I had to punish you? I
want you to do things for me out of devotion and/or love. So, I nurture
your already strong devotion. A punishment is more for us to heal
together. Does that help?”
I nodded slowly.
“At any
rate, I want you to see that being naked in front of us is more about
your willingness to be honest and not hide anything. Yes, there is a
sexual element to keeping you this way but it’s more about keeping you
vulnerable and willing to learn how to serve me and the others.
“Here’s how it works: while you are on Aunt Ethel’s farm, you belong to
all of us. When we get home, you belong only to me. I may share you and
then again maybe I’ll keep you to myself.
“You’ll be taking
some online classes regarding female-led relationships and how you are
an important part of that. For now, we’ll go back to the house. Please
follow a couple of steps behind me and keep your fingers locked. When
we get to the back door, you fall to your hands and knees and crawl
into the kitchen. I’m going to enter by the front door.”
And
so, with a swelling of information, I followed Diane to the house. I
began to realize this is serious. It’s not just about being on the farm
and the girls having their fun.
Diane left me as soon as I got down on all fours. Joan, Joyce and Stacie are waiting to let you in. You’ll follow their orders.
Apparently, having my hands behind my head was something the
12-year-olds enjoyed, so I was at attention, on my feet, in that manner
until dessert. That’s when they brought me into the dining room and had
me stand on stool at the head of the table, everything on display. With
each new wrinkle, I felt all the more embarrassed.
“Do you want to masturbate?” It was Aunt Dorothy who bluntly asked.
Shocked and feeling even more humiliated, I tried to shake my head no
but I had to stop, realizing I needed to be truthful. I nodded.
“You realize you are not allowed?” Aunt Helen asked.
I grimaced before nodding.
“Do you want help in avoiding touching yourself,” Aunt Ethel said.
“Answer wisely because the punishment will be severe if we discover you
have disobeyed us.”
I shrugged and nodded my head.
That was the cue for Tess and Leslie to come forward and fit my penis
into a chastity cage. It was crammed into a steel tube that bent
downward and then locked onto a steel ring that fit around my balls.
It hurt like heck, and thankfully my penis started to grow soft. Eventually I was able to feel somewhat comfortable.
Tess and Leslie gave each high fives, patting he cage so that it
bounced up and down and bringing laughter from around the table. I
thought I’d just have to wear handcuffs or something. This made things
unbelievably awkward and embarrassing.
“Okay, you can take him back to the kitchen and feed him his dinner,” Ethel said.
Joan had me sit on the floor, my hands still behind my head. Joyce and
Stacie took turns feeding me a spoonful of food. Joan fed me water.
Afterward, they played with the cage a bit more, letting me know who
was in control. Finally, Joan brought me to the foyer where I had a
sleeping bag to use.
End of Part V
My unusual summer Part VI
(A month of solid training puts Jack into a different mindset. He
awakens to the possibility of a permanent female-led relationship.)
And so, every day became its own adventure. Joan made sure I was awake,
lathered, tethered, and ready to work for and on behalf of Ranch Double
XYZ. I learned to carry my own weight in more ways than mere labor.
Stacie and Joyce would occasionally fill in as trainer and performed
their duties well. I learned to accept their authority. Of course, they
were always around when Joan was in charge. They had recreation time in
which to look forward.
I finally did set the course record, recording a 1-minute, 24-second time with Joan as the rider. I was proud of that.
Each night I spent an hour with Diane. Once I had to wait there, naked,
kneeling and hands behind my head, nearly 30 minutes before she showed
up. She never explained why she was late, only asking me to describe my
feelings during that time.
Tess and Leslie were also involved
with my ‘education’ in the evenings. They served as stand-ins as I
studied and practiced different aspects of a female-led relationship.
They were also responsible for keeping me and my cage clean and
well-groomed.
The aunts were rarely directly involved in my
training, but were always around to offer tips, guidance and, in my
case, positive reinforcement.
There were a few missteps along
the way and Joan had to spank me in front of Joyce and Stacie twice
that month. I never could get comfortable with my state of dress or
stature on the ranch.
I did feel cared for, however, and
began to truly understand my new place in life. After all, I was
serving a greater good. I began to look forward to the FLR lessons and
became the most well-behaved 17-year-old male I knew. It helped a lot
when I was called a good boy. That meant so much to me.
Honesty, loyalty and communication are three keys to a successful FLR.
It’s even more intense, I think, than a ‘normal’ relationship. To have
to be open about everything, even if it leads to a punishment, which I
always considered part of the healing process. Once I was punished, the
case was closed and we moved on.
With two days remaining
before returning to River Gulch, Joan took me aside and admitted she
had romantic feelings toward me. I did feel very connected to her,
though that was in the name of service to the ranch. She’s a great
caretaker.
“I mean, Jack and Joan sounds way better than Jack and Diane. Plus, I think I know you way better too.”
I felt so bad and could only grimace. She was getting ready to enter the seventh grade, for goodness sake.
Since I had to keep my mouth shut, Diane did not learn about Joan’s
confession until much later. She laughed about it and called it ‘cute.’
“I know who I can get to babysit you when I have something else planned,” she said. “Or maybe Tess or Joyce!”
Diane, Tess and Leslie were going to be sophomores in the fall. Like Joan, Joyce and Stacie were entering the seventh grade.
I imagined I’d be seeing all of them at several points during the
school year. Who knows what kind of adventures we’d experience together?
Submitting to all of them was second nature and even Diane liked the
idea of ‘sharing’ with them. I knew it was going to be humiliating
every time.
I could live with that.
The End