Farmhouse raising // Arata&VulcanSpock

[KingCrowley]

Phillip had been working for Joe since he was eleven, so he pretty much knew the ins and outs of the grounds where he laboured all day. His hands were a bit blistered from doing the digging in the fields but he just got on with it, he was thirteen he could handle the pain. The brown haired lad walked past the stables and paused when he saw the dangerous horse Joe had brought in, to break later.

"Bet I could break him...." Phillip mused to himself, knowing he had been forbidden from going anywhere near the horse because it was so dangerous, but he thought if Joe could see how he broke the animal, he'd think of him as more of a man. The young teen unbolted the stall and ...that was his biggest mistake, the Horse got loose and began charging through the fields, messing up all his and Joe's hard work. "No!" the lad gasped and tried to get the Horse. If he lost him, it'd be his head!

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The sun was blazing at a cruel heat as George wiped the sweat from his brow, farm work was never done, nope...never. But at least he had the helping hands of his two young workers. Two young ragamuffins he'd adopted a while ago to help him keep the farm in tip top condition. But he hadn't realized just what he'd gotten himself into when the two ended up being more trouble than they were worth at the start.

But after some seriously tough love and a lot of patience, George grew to love the both of them more than he had loved anything else in all his life, even his trusty old Horse, Captain.

"Nic, Par, get your butts here!" George called out, knowing the two of them would be done with breakfast. It was time to work.

[Arata]

It had been a rather rough day, but overall quite satisfying, the 25 year old Joe mused to himself as he was riding back home on his old stallion Skye.
He had expected to take care of a few business deals in town and then get back home where a tub of hot bath water would wait for him.
"I know you're getting old, Skye, but not too old for a nice gallop," he said gently to the horse that had been his companion for the most part of his teen years.

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The twin boys Nicola and Paris was munching on a bowl of rice porridge when their adoptive parent George called for them.
"P-perhaps," Paris stuttered nervously. "we should get to work?"
Nicola, the more rebellious of the pair, and with a knack of getting into trouble, scoffed.
He shook his head to get the long blonde strands of hair out of his brown eyes.
"Whatever should we do that for," he asked. "Work this and work that, it's never anything else!"

[KingCrowley]

Phillip rushed alongside the strong, beautiful but dangerous wild mustang. He knew how much trouble Joe had gone through to get him, and Phillip was sure that if the Horse got away, well...he'd probably be skinned alive. "Wait!" he called, trying to reach for the Horses reign but it was no use, the animal was too fast, and soon the dangerous wild thing galloped toward Joe and Skye.

"Joe!!! Look out!!!" Phillip yelled, skidding to a halt to watch the scene play out before his eyes. Hopefully Joe would be able to get the animal under control.

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"Boys! Now!" George called again, when he was met with silence, he didn't really appreciate being ignored. "Do not make me take of my belt!" he boomed, he wasn't afraid of giving both boys a good whipping in the old woodshed if he had to. He didn't want to of course but if that's what it took to get obedient little boys, then so be it. He would give them both five minutes to get their lazy backsides out into the yard, reporting for work like they did every day.

"You got five minutes!" he called.

[Arata]

The sight Joe has expected to greet him at home was a bathtub with delicously steaming water.
He certainly did not expect to see Philip, his stable boy whom he was most fond of, and his newest horse in a sprinting.
'What on Earth do the boy think he's doing,' Joe swore under his breath. Didn't the kid understand how dangerous it could be if you didn't handle the animals with care, especially one that wasn't fully tamed yet?
Joe clenched his teeth and gently bent forward, giving Skye the indication to hasten his gallop.

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"Ok, I-I'm going," Paris said being close to tears. "Oh, quit whining, he wouldn't dare," the younger twin told his trembling older half.
Paris shook his head. "Y-you say that, b-but my b-backside d-i-isagree." To add more ground to his words, Paris moved his hands and pressed them softly to his buttocks.

[KingCrowley]

Phillip winced when the wild mustang began advancing toward his employer and somewhat parent figure, and he rushed forward to help, he was going to catch the horse if his life depended on it. Phillip was a quick and agile boy, able to climb the stacked hay bales and actually jump onto the wild horse's back, almost breaking a bone in the process. He kicked the animal into a gallop and gripped the reigns tightly, trying to get the stupid Horse to move away from Joe and Skye.

But it all went out of control quickly as the mustang reared and tossed Phillip off his back, then the animal galloped away into the distance, long gone. Phillip groaned, thankfully he'd been unhurt, aside from a bit of bleeding from the lip.

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George frowned, this was typical of Nic, but not of Paris, Paris was normally the type of boy to want to avoid a good whipping, especially on a hot day where the heat from the welts would be felt more. He had enough, and slammed down his spade, marching into the house and glared at both boys, hands on his belt, very disappointed with the both of them.

"When I tell you to come out, I expect you to obey me." he scolded, jaw locked and brown eyes hard. "You're both gonna get a good whippin' I warned you." he informed, and grabbed both of them by the ear, dragging them toward the woodshed.

[Arata]

Joe made Skye halt. Gone. His new horse was gone.
Looking down in displeasure at Philip, he raised an eyebrow. "Are you an idiot?"

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With a slam, the door opened and their adoptive father stepped inside, obviously pissed.
"B-but," Paris tried and threw a glance towards his brother for support.
Nic said nothing, pretending not to notice his brother glancing at him in desperation.
"O-ouch, that h-hurts!" Paris obviously wasn't cut out for this sort of ordeal.
Although he was more to blame rather than Paris, Nic had a hard time feeling sorry for his brother. He couldn't stand whininess.
George dragged them by the ear to the woodshed, where Nic suspected a long session was in store for them.
'Oh, well, at least I'm not the only one getting tanned,' he thought with a small triumphant inner smile.
If there was one thing he loved more than being in trouble, it was getting other people in trouble, even if they happened to be stuttering elder brothers.

[KingCrowley]

Phillip watched in dismay as the Horse galloped off, and he sighed hard, after a while he turned his attention to Joe and glared when he asked if he was an idiot. "I was gonna try breakin' in the Horse for ya." he answered, "No, I'm not an idiot. You could have tried harder to get the Horse, but you just sat there." he added and headed back to the stables to see the damage done by the Horse, it was going to take him hours to get it all repaired and clean again.

The boy sighed and picked up a sweeping brush, sweeping away the broken bits of wood from the stall.

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George knew all young en's were respectful and fearful of their authority figures, parent or employer it didn't matter. One thing you didn't do was disobey or a get a smart mouth. He shook his head when Paris whined that it hurt, "You had your chance to come out when I called you, but you chose not to so you're getting a whippin'." he answered and dragged both naughty boys to the often used woodshed.

There was a milking stool in the middle of the place, and George put one foot on it, "Paris, get here, now." he ordered, taking off his heavy leather belt and doubling it over.

[Arata]

Joe said nothing as he watched Philip walk out in anger. 'Seriously, his foolishness costs me one horse, and he has the nerve to talk back at me? He probably doesn't even know why I called him an idiot in the first place, that foolish idiot.'
Leaving his thoughts at that, Joe mounted down and lead SKye back to the stable.
After making sure that SKye was well taken care of, he went off to see one certain stable boy who obviously needed a reminder of who it is that's in charge around here.

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Paris wanted to plead his case, but refrained from doing so.
It wouldn't help any, and even if it did, Nic would be in even more trouble than he already was.
Gulping nervously, Paris walked over to George, waiting nervously in anticipation.
Meanwhile, Nic turned his head to keep his smirk hidden. He obviously would get far worse than Paris, he usually was, but seeing his brother in that frightened state pleased him greatly.
Paris would never do anything to deliberately hurt his brother, but that sentiment wasn't mutual.

[KingCrowley]

Phillip sighed and figured he was going to need to work the majority of the day to get everything fixed up, he didn't have the time or the patience to deal with Joe's pissy attitude either. He glanced over at the other stable boys who were about his age and sighed. "Watch out, Joe's on the warpath." he mumbled, sweeping up the broken wood and setting them inside a wheelbarrow to dispose of later. There was a rumor that apparently he was Joe's favourite stable hand, but the boy wasn't so sure about that one, he didn't get treated any differently, or so he figured.

"What did you do now?" A blonde boy asked, helping to sweep up.

"I tried to break in that mustang." Philip answered, "I coulda...but it was too fast."

"...Joe's gonna skin you." The blonde smirked, taking a break from work, thinking Joe wouldn't come in and see him slacking. He knew Joe was much more nasty with them, than his precious Phillip.

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As Paris walked over, George looked up and noticed that ugly smirk on Nic's face. "Get that look off of your face before I smack it off." he warned, tone low and deep. He then bent Paris over his outstretched leg and yanked down his pants and britches to his ankles, leaving his bottom and legs exposed for a good hard whipping. "You do not ignore me!" he growled, beginning to lash the plump backside with a strong firmness.

[Arata]

It didn't take long for Joe to locate said stable boy.
He drew his hand through his dark brown hair, and closed his eyes for a second, and then revealing a pair of grey irises blazing in fury.

"Philip, get here now," he said, no, commanded, in a tone that promised a world of hurt if not obeyed.

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Nic's smirk vanished almost as quickly as it had appeared, and he hissed lowly to himself in displeasure, crossing his arms in a stubborn gesture.

Paris, on the other hand, was outright petrified. One moment, he was just standing there shaking in his boots, and the next he found himself squirming on George's lap.
A faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks as his pants and britches was lowered down to his ankles.
Even if he was seventeen, and even if he had received a fair amount of spankings growing up, baring himself still felt embarrassing.
He let out a yelp when belt first stroke his buttocks.