Idle Farmhand

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!!"

"So, Krüger, do you see now, what happens to lazy workers on my farm?"

"AUTSCH!!!! I am sorry! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!!!"

Trespassers W.

"Ouch!!! Ow!!! But Mister Trespassers... Ouch!!! Ow!!!"

"How did you call me?!"

"Ouch!!! Ow!!! Ouch!!! The sign... Ouch!!! Owiee!!!"

"Oh, I knew, I should fix it long time ago! It means 'Trespassers will be prosecuted'!"

"Eeyoow!!!"

 

Farmer Brown and the German Brat

   “IT’S TOO DAMN HOT,”, Belinda shouted, shaking her tiny fist at the noonday sun. Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany was spending the week in a small southern town in America. Bored, she had decided to go for a walk down a unpaved country road. Passing a farm, she saw a stream on the other side of the farmer’s fenced in field. Seeing no one around, Belinda decided she would go skinny dipping. Paying no attention to the NO TRESPASSING! sign nailed to the fence, she climbed across it and headed towards the cooling rushing water.
    Halfway across the field, Belinda heard what sounded like a runaway locomotive headed towards her. Looking behind her, Belinda saw a massive bull charging directly at her. Frozen with fear, too scared to run, she felt herself being lifted, and flung across the shoulder of a giant of a man. The mystery man ran with Belinda back the way she had just came, and tossed her back across the fence. She landed forcefully, butt first, on the hard gravel road, and skidded into a mud puddle, soaking the seat of her grey sweatpants. The man leaped over the fence next, barely escaping with his life.
   The man gave Belinda an angry look that scared her. “Can’t you read, Girl?”, he said, pointing at the nearest NO TRESPASSING! sign, “My name is Johnny Brown, and this is MY farm. And that’s my bull, Blackjack. Blackjack will attack anyone who enters his pen. That’s WHY I have these signs posted every where. You could had gotten us both killed!”
    Belinda stood up, rubbing her damp derrière. “I’m sorry, Herr Braun.”, she whispered.
    “You’ll be sorry when I’m through with you, Girly”, Johnny said, taking Belinda by the arm, and leading her over to a nearby willow tree, where he cut and stripped a series of long thin branches. Then he ordered Belinda to follow him into what appeared to be a woodshed.
     “I think you need to learn a lesson today. If you see a NO TRESPASSING! sign on someone’s property, there’s probably a good reason for why that’s there. I’m going to teach you why it’s a bad idea to trespass. Drop your pants and bend across that sawhorse.”
     Belinda’s first impulse was too run away, but she remembered how easily this bear of a man had carried her across the field. He would have no trouble forcing her to do what he wanted her to. Plus, the last thing she wanted, was to make him any angrier than he already was. Having been switched before, she knew what the farmer was planning to do to her, and making him madder, could result in her getting a even harsher punishment. She started to shake with fear, when she saw there was a thick leather strap hanging by the sawhorse. Trembling, she lowered her sweatpants and bent across the sawhorse.
     Johnny wasn’t sure if it would be right to ask a strange woman to also lower her panties, but he smiled when he saw how brief Belinda’s panties were. Most of her plump posterior was already completely bare. And wet. He knew that would increase the switch’s sting. GOOD! Johnny wanted to set this German brat’s behind on fire, a fire that would burn for hours. He raised his switch high above his head and brought it down with all of his might.
     Belinda screamed.
   Farmer Brown’s switch raised welts all across the bawling blonde’s backside and even halfway down the back of her legs. The red welts painted across Belinda’s snowy white bottom reminded Johnny of a candy cane. But her bottom wasn’t nearly red enough to suit the farmer. He wasn’t going to stop until Belinda’s butt was completely crimson, and resembled a pair of swollen, overripe tomatoes.
    Belinda had once climbed a tree, to try to break into her ex-boyfriend’s apartment. She had fallen out of that tree and had landed, butt first, into a hornet’s nest. Wearing a thin part of booty short had offered her bottom scant protection from the hornet’s stingers, and she had been stung at least a hundred times before escaping back to her car. Each stroke of the farmer’s switch felt like being stung by a hornet. And burned. Every swat left a new line of fire across her already piping hot posterior. Belinda was about to pass out from the pain, when she heard her tormentor say, “OK, Girly, I think you learned your lesson.”
    Belinda flew up from the sawhorse, her hands clutching her hot as lava rear, and began to dance in circles, moaning loudly. Seeing she was now on the same side of the fence as the stream she was planning on skinny dipping in earlier, she ran past Johnny, and dived into the cooling water.
     Johnny, walked over to the stream, expecting the blonde to cuss him out, mostly with words he didn’t understand, but he was shocked when she looked up at him, with her mascara running down her cheeks and said, “I guess I deserved that, Johnny, I did almost get us both killed. Thank you for saving my life.”
   The farmer didn’t know what to say at first, but then what he hoped was the right words came to him, “I was fixing supper when I saw Blackjack was about to trample you. If you want to stay for supper, I’m having fried chicken, cherry pie and sweet ice tea. “
    Belinda smiled mischievous, “Ice tea? I would rather have an ice pack. Thank you. I will. But I’ll probably have to eat standing up. Can I go to the bathroom first to freshen up?”
    On the way to the bathroom, Belinda saw Farmer Brown had a mirror in his bedroom. She stopped in there to examine her burning bottom. Yep, it looked every bit as bad as she expected. When she returned to the kitchen, Johnny Brown had her a heaping plate of food waiting on her. And a pile of big fluffy pillows stacked up in her chair.

The Best Showplace in the Village

"AUA!!! But Herr... AUA!!! I was just... AU!!! ...looking for... AUA!!! ...some showplaces! AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Some showplaces? On my land? Very well! This woodshed surely deserves your attention! Look at its walls carefully, while I will teach you a good lesson about trespassing! Naughty tourist!"

Nein Strokes

The young German woman visited USA. She was walking through the countryside and decided to cut off a corner and walk through someone's land. But she was noticed by the owner, who caught her and cut a switch, going to punish her for trespassing.

"Nein! Nein!" she exclaimed in horror.

"Well, I was going to give you only five strokes." the man said "but if you insist on nine..."

Yes, she knew she had trespassed and deserved the whipping, so she put her hands on her thighs and pushed her bottom out, hoping that her heavy denim shorts would soften the nine strokes of the switch. She also looked urgently around, embarrassed at the thought that a wandering walker would see her getting whipped. Just then, a large and woolly black dog - a Burnese Mountain Dog - ran behind the hedge. It was such a big  dog she misidentified it, looked at the man, and shouted "Bear." 

Thinking his luck kept getting better, the man said once again. "Well,  if you insist, you can taking your switching on the bare."

Environmentally Friendly

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!"

"As you may see, Mademoiselle Krüger, everything on my farm is environmentally friendly! Especially - these birches, which are so necessary, when it's necessary to teach a lesson to arrogant and nasty tourist from a big city!"

Neighborhood Watch

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!" screamed Belinda. "But I can not do anything with how funny are you... AUA!!! ...looking in watering the plants in your bra and your hair in curlers for the all to see! AUTSCH!!!"

"Well, these plants should be watered anyway," replied Dorothy, between drags from the cigarette dangling from her lips. "And I won't tolerate a young lass laughing at me, spying on me over my fence. Maybe next time you will take care of your responsibilities."

"Bitte! AUTSCH!!! Just go inside!" Belinda pleaded, stomping her feet for effect. "You are being such a witch! AUTSCH!!!! AUA!!!!"

"Careful with your tone there, young lady", snapped Dorothy. "Or I'll give you something to really be embarrassed about."

"You would not dare! AUTSCH!!!" protested Belinda. "Bitte, not right here... AUA!!! All your neighbour boys are staring at me... AUTSCH!!! I swear to God ..."

Belinda's words were cut off mid-sentence as old Texan woman gave her the most powerful strokes with the switch.

"Calling me names is one thing, young lady. But I will not have you taking the Lord's name in vain. Your parents should taught you better than that. But it seems you need a reminder"

"AUTSCH!!! Nein!!! AUTSCH!!! Bitte! AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!!" protested Belinda as the switch repeatedly landed over her plump bottom, leaving sore stripes.

First and Last Warning

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"I don't care, where you from, and who you are, but if I'll ever catch on my land ever again, I'll pull your jeans down and give you a good dozen of the horsewhip!"

Painful Deal

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Gott! AUA!!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!! AUTSH!!!"

"Hold the position, lass! And don't you dare break it! Or our deal is over and I'll just call the police! I'm sure, you're understand that this act of trespassing and hijacking will ruin your green card! So, hold still, German bitch!"

Hot Ass

"Boohoo!!! Mein arme Popo! This burns like a hell! Au! AU!!!"

"Burns badly, ha? Well, then stay here just like this with your pants and panties down for a half of a hour at least. Cool your naughty ass off! Or do you want to talk back some more?"

Negotiations

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!! Why?! AUA!!!"

"Well, Miss Krüger, you're a really good au pair, that's true. But I'm spanking you not for your job performance. You're just a German au pair girl in my house and you should remember this all the time, instead of flirting with my son! Do you understand me?"

Bad Workout

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!"

"Well, I can forgive you for jogging through my land. But how dared you to use fences around my paddocks for your steeplechase?! Oh, you will pay my for crushing them! All my gooses are ran away anyway, so I have all the time I need to drive this lesson home!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! AUA!!! Mein arme Popo! AUTSCH!!!"

 

Know Your Limits!

"So, Miss Krüger, are you still sure, that you can know about a life at a ranch much more, then I?"

"AUTSCH!!!! AU!!! AU!!! Mein arme Popo! Au!!! Au!!! Absolutely not, Herr Richards! Oh, mein Gott! It burns so bad! Boohoo!!!"

"Good! Now you'd better put yourself together and get back to the chores, if you won't get your arrogant German ass get the belt for a second time right now!"

"Mein Gott! Ja, Herr! Au! Au! Au!"

Hot Summer Day

 

Who Needs an Explanation?

 

"AUTSCH!!! That stings! AUA!!! Mein Popo! AUTSCH!!! Bitte, stop! AUTSCH!!! I can explain... AUA!!!!"

"You can explain what? When I see a trespasser in my field I don't care, what brought them here! What do you want to say me? That you just wanted to short cut road? I will tell you the same, than all such a naughty arrogant tourist like you: every one, who wants to short cut a road through my land will quickly cut a switch to their naughty asses!"

Feeding the Horse is Forbidden

"AU!!! Mein Popo! AU!!! But I just... AU!!!"

"What had you done, stupid girl! My dear Bucephalus has very weak stomach! If you don't know our language good enough to read the sign, what the hell are you doing it at all! Oh, I make myself sure, that you'll be much more careful next time!"

A Natural Whip

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo! Pfui! Oh, I hate this! AU!!! Du, blöde Kuh! AUA!!!"

"Look at the bright side, Belinda. At least, the farmer didn't get us the whip! I bet you, it would be much more painful!"

"Ugh! AUA!!! Verdammt! But it would be also much less humiliating! AUTSCH!!!" 

A Girl from a Big City

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!! Why?! AUTSCH!!!"

"Well, I was totally right, when I doubt, that a city girl could be useful on a ranch even a bit! Are you really so dumb, that you can't see any difference between a bull and a cow?! I hope this good old switching will teach you, who you may milk and who - not!"

Overall

"Well, Miss Krüger, if you're thinking that a farmworker may dress like this, I'll give you a punishment which suits the Best for such a suit!"

Spilled Milk

"AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo! AUA!!!! But Frau Jansen, please! AU!!! I just stumbled! AUA!!! It was just accident! AUTSCH!!!"

"By accident? The milk, you had spilled, costs, at least, six guilder, you, German schmuck! And for ever guilder, I lost because of your clumsiness, you'll receive a five strokes on your fat German ass!"

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Gott! AUA!!!"