Beth On the Farm

It’s another hot summer day on the farm, with the sun beating down relentlessly on the dusty fields and parched crops. I’m Beth, a 22-year-old farm girl who has been working alongside my mother since I was a kid. Today, I’ve been tasked with delivering lunch to the ranch hands out in the fields.

As I make my way across the yard, my sundress clings to me like a second skin, revealing every curve and contour of my young body. My hair is tied back in a loose ponytail, and my feet are clad in scuffed-up cowboy boots that have seen their fair share of hard work.

I’ve always been a bit of a tomboy at heart, but today I’m feeling especially carefree as I skip across the yard, a big ol’ basket slung over my arm. My mom’s voice rings out behind me, “Beth! Don’t forget to grab some water from the cistern on your way!”

I turn back with a grin and wave at her, “Got it, Mom!” As I approach the fields where the ranch hands are waiting for their lunch, I can feel the warmth of the sun beating down on my skin. It’s days like these that remind me why I love working on this farm so much.

The smell of sweat and dust fills my nostrils as I approach the group of men who are gathered under a shady tree. They’re all grinning at me, their eyes roving over my body with interest. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I hand out the food and drinks they’ve requested.

As we finish up lunch and start heading back towards the house, I can feel a weight settle on me that’s been building since this morning. My mom had been watching me closely all day long, her eyes narrowing in suspicion whenever she caught sight of me.

It wasn’t until just before I left for the fields that it hit me – my panties are gone! I must have forgotten to put them back on after my shower this morning. The thought sends a shiver down my spine as I realize what’s likely to happen when we get back to the house.

As we approach the porch, my mom gives me a sly smile and says, “Well, Beth, it looks like you’ve got quite an audience today.” She nods towards the ranch hands who are all watching us with interest.

I feel my face burning as I realize that they’re all staring at me because I’m not wearing panties. My mom takes one step closer to me and reaches out a hand to gently lift up the hem of my sundress.

“Oh, Beth,” she says in a voice dripping with amusement, “you really are quite the little tease, aren’t you?”

Before I can even react, she’s swept me into her arms and bent me over her knee. The next thing I know, I’m being spanked hard – the sting of each blow making my eyes water.

The ranch hands all gather around to watch, their murmurs and gasps filling the air as they take in the sight of me getting spanked by my mom. It’s embarrassing, humiliating, but also somehow… exciting?

As the spanking continues, I start to feel a strange warmth spreading between my legs. My heart is racing with anticipation, and I can’t help but wonder what will happen next.