Part 2 It turns out when I got to the farm yesterday morni..

Part 2

It turns out when I got to the farm yesterday morning I was in far more trouble then I thought I might have been in. After getting carried away at the beach and quickly racing to the farm hoping that only the farmers son would be about to notice be arriving late, I was shocked to find that the farmer was stood in the middle of the farm yard chatting with John.

I quickly tried to duck into one of the hay barns but it was too late Joe had seen me and called me over. 'Where have you been Sally we were looking for you.' I sheepishly walked towards them with just my boots and a short coat on. 'ummm' I mumbled. 'Well speak up girl,' John said in a firm tone.

I knew there was no point in lieing, 'I was down the beach and I lost track of the time, I'm sorry' John looked at Joe then back at me 'Sally you have let me down by being late and you need to be taught a lesson later but first go get on with all your jobs for Joe.' I was worried he had never come to check I was working before and Joe had never had an issue with me before. I looked at John then at Joe and said. 'Sorry Sir. I will go start mucking out the stables.' and with that I ran off into a barn to start work.

All morning and afternoon I worked as hard and fast as I could not wanting Joe to report anything bad back to John about me, he seemed in a grumpy mood today. When the farm jobs were all complete for the day I went to find Joe and ask if there was anything else I could do to help. He just looked at me and smiled. 'No Sally it's time for you to go home and face John. I will see you first thing tomorrow morning.' I nodded and ran home.

When I walked through the door John was waiting for me. 'Are you ready Sally?' he asked me. I nodded and took my short coat off, 'yes sir I am.' He had some rope in his hand and a riding crop. Holding my hands he wrapped the rope around my wrists and walked upstairs to his room I was dragged behind him. I was silent I knew better then to talk.

He led me over to a corner of the room and tied the rope to a hook above my head pulling my arms up tight. Placing my riding hat on my head and moving my legs apart I felt myself supported only by my wrists. I knew this wasn't going to be good and I wasn't wrong.

A hard fast slap with the whip across my ass made me recol into the wall but before I had time to relax he went again and again. I could feel my ass getting redder and redder as he went again and again. Then he hit lower and cought my pussy lips. I let out a gasp of shock I didn't know what was coming next he wasn't showing any signs of stopping.

But after a few more fast hard slaps he did. I thought he was never going to stop. Greatful for the break I cought my breath. I heard him walk out of the bedroom. I didn't know what he was doing but I was starting to realise my arms were aching. I realised he had gone and left me standing in the corner.

I don't know how long I was left, I lost track of time with my head resting against my arm and the wall. I was getting cold and my ass and my arms were aching.

I suddenly heard the whip running across the wood around me. I jumped and wondered if I was about to get it across my ass again. But not this time. This time John dropped the whip and pulled back my ass cheeks and rammed his hard large cock straight into my ass.

My hips hit against the wall and he rammed in further and harder. Then he started to thrust in and out hard and fast my hips banging against the wall until I felt him cum deep inside me. He pulled out and cum ran out of my ass and down my legs. Stretching above me he dropped the rope from the hook and let it fall to the floor. This was also exactly what I did, the rope had been supporting my body and with it no longer holding me up I fell to the floor wrists still tired up.

I lay in a heap on the floor in a daze all I heard was John mutter above my head. 'That will teach you to be late for work you can stay there tonight in case I want to use you some more.' I lay on the floor as the feeling started to return to my arms and to my fingers.