New Life at the Farm (for wingspand)
 

It was a beautiful day in the middle of nowhere in a small suburb. A old, run down bus was driving down an unkempt dirt road before making a sudden stop in front of a farm. Out of the bus doors came a young man with his backpack on his back and a suitcase. His name was Mark Alexander, a 21 year old unemployed gamer who spent his whole life living in the big city. While he was fired once again from another job and unwilling to find work as that would take away from his gaming time. He was kicked out of his parents house and given the choice to live with his aunt and uncle or live on the streets. Considering he was now in front of the farm, the choice was easily made.

Mark, a chubby, out of shape loner that had messy black hair and facial hair that didn’t not complement him saw the long walk up the hill and was not looking forward to it. He was not dressed for walking as he was wearing a black hoodie, matching sweatpants and sneakers despite it almost being summer. He slowly made his way up the hill with his belongings in tow, a lot of his stuff was already delivered. As he walked he could swear he could see two feminine figures in the distance and yelling coming from them but he thought he might be hallucinating. He finally made it, now covered in sweat and panting as he slowly knocked on the door

The commotion Mark was hearing was coming from inside the house but the sound got a bit louder as it sounded like the yelling was coming from the other side of the house before the sound of a door was heard being slammed.

After awhile waiting at the front door, nobody answered, but he could still hear noises from the backyard.

Mark stood there for a minute, waiting for the response that never came. Did he go to the wrong house? No the address seems correct. But as the noise got louder, his curiosity took over and he went to take a look as he walked in the direction it was coming from, leaving his stuff at the front door so he can be stealthy. He walked over until he found a shed, where he sneaked up to in and slowly opened it so he can peak in

Inside was quite the sight. An older mature woman with short curly brown hair, tall and lean, wearing a white floral dress with flats as he recognized her from the holidays he would have with his family as Aunt Carol. She was dragging a girl by her ear that he recognized as his cousin, who he wasn’t the biggest fan of. There was a bunch of tools in the garage, including a lot of stuff he didn’t recognize and a large bench in the middle of the room. “You know the drill! Clothes off and bend over!” Carol demanded, delivering a hard swat to her seat to get her going

The girl was way shorter than her mother, if Mark did know Shelby, he could have mistaken her for a 12 year old, even though her 18th birthday was just next month. Last time they meet, they were at a family get together were she told him he was awkward and fat, this was 3 years ago.

As Mark looked over his short cousin, she was resisting as she tried to pull away. "Momma, please no! Mark suppose to show today! What if he sees me!" The redhead squirms as she looks desperate but still winces from her blue denim dressed rear is smacked.

“That’s why I took you here, to save you some of your dignity. Though if you want me to change my mind, we can take this over by the horses where I found you!” Carol said as she gave her another swat on her jeans. “Now hurry up! Clothes off and maybe this will be over before anyone notices we’re gone!” She told her, grabbing a large belt from off a nearby hook and waited for her daughter to obey if she knew what was good for her

Mark was watching on as his eyes grew wide. He knew his aunt and uncle were old fashioned but he didn’t know they still believed in spanking. He thought taking someone to the woodshed was just a figure if speech and that no one really did it. But he couldn’t help but smile. If anyone deserved it, it’s that little demon right there

Shelby jumps as her bottom is swatted again. However she looks desperate, she starts to speak up but stop herself, pulling at her button and snapping it free. With an auditable zipping sound, her blue jeans come down and reveal her bright red panties with black lace design to all who can see. Using two fingers, she slides her panties down and accidently shows her cousin everything below, however she was already pink on her cheeks.

Next came her tops, her red t-shirt gets taken off and placed on a near by table. Bra matches the short young woman's panties before unlatching that and placing them neatly on the table, as if this ritual is a familiar one. Heading over to a near by stool, Shelby bends over and spreads her legs out, in position she seems quite use to.

With her clothes removed and put in a familiar place, the chubby mother nodded and got herself prepared as well. Folding over the belt, Carol patted the backside with the leather implement. “I’m very disappointed in you! I hope this lesson sticks!” She said as she raised the belt and brought it down on both cheeks swiftly at the same time. The spank fell and left a pink mark where the belt fell.

None of them knew they had a visitor. Mark, who what completely dumbfounded and shocked, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He knew he should walk away but he couldn’t help watching. What he didn’t know was Aunt Carol would be in trouble next for not being aware of her surroundings and leaving the door unlocked if he does get caught and his uncle finds out. But that may be a fraction compared to what would happen to him, not that he knows that yet