Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2022 08:05:34 +0000 (UTC) From: Borehamwood Man Subject: Uncle Bill's Farm Part 2 After my first few days with Uncle Bill, things had been going well and proved that my expectations had not disappointed me. Likewise, Uncle Bill's expectations of regular payment for board and lodgings had been paid in full so far and since my arrival, I had not worn a single item of clothing as directed. Furthermore, I had not been spanked since my first day. The day was warm but not hot and Uncle Bill had announced that he was going into Vancouver for the day. As normal, he had a list of chores that I needed to complete and except for wearing sandals, I was naked as the day I was born. Uncle Bill left for Vancouver after breakfast and the farm was now all mine to enjoy but by lunchtime, the weather was changing to overcast, and I was becoming a little bit chilly. Thinking for a while, I decided I need some clothes and went into the house to get some tighty white briefs and a vest, but I could not find any of my clothes and I suspected that Uncle Bill had them in the trunk of his car. What to do I wondered. I decided that I would go into Bill's room and get a pair of his underwear and a vest. He would never know, and I could remain warm until the sun came out again. What a result as I explored his draws because I found a pair of classic Jockey y-fronts in red with a white trim along with a matching vest. Liking the colour red, I decided to go for it and wear them and once dressed, I went outside to continue my chores feeling suitably warmer, and marginally aroused wearing underwear that were not my own. I finished mucking out the chickens and taking the tractor and trailer with all the kit I needed, I drove to the far corner in the 20-acre field to repair the fence. Time had moved on by the time I finished the repairs and in all honesty I had lost track of the time but not thinking much about it, I drove back to the farm only to find, Uncle Bill had arrived home and was standing on the bridge that crossed over the stream that ran from west to east across the property. It was then I remembered I was wearing Bill's underwear and vest and by the looks of Uncle Bill, he was not happy I had invaded his privacy by going through his draws to find the items I was enjoying. Uncle Bill's body language confirmed he was not happy and as I brought the tractor to a stop on the muddy track just before the bridge, he was pulling his belt through the loops of his trousers and for the first time in our relationship, I knew I was going to get a thrashing instead of a paddling. As I sat in the drivers cab, Uncle Bill told me to take his underwear and vest off and to throw them down which I did. I then climbed down from the driving cab, naked again, and even though I was wearing my sandals, my feet sank into the thick mud that the track had become after some overnight rain. I also noticed that the vest and y-fronts I had been wearing had landed in the mud too and once my feet were firmly on the ground, Uncle Bill told me to pick them up and put them on the trailer and he then proceeded to reminded me that I had agreed to remain naked for my time on the farm and that not only was I in breach of contract, I had also invaded his privacy, broken my word and abused his trust. I apologised at once and tried to explain why but Uncle Bill refused to accept my mitigating argument and informed me that I was to be punished then and there. Taking my arm, Uncle Bill took me to the rear of the trailer and told me to bend over, thereby assuming the correct position which I duly did. At that point, the first stroke of his belt landed squarely on my cheeks, and I jumped with pain and surprise. Then the second stroke landed followed by the third and so on. With each strike, the power of the belt bit into my skin with a stinging result and I started to find it hard standing still and trying not to wriggle to avoid the incoming 3-inch-wide leather belt that had been doubled over to increase the punishing effect. By the tenth stroke I was crying out in pain and begging Uncle Bill to stop. With the eleventh stroke I jumped and tried to get out of the way but with Bill's judgement, he wielded the belt for the twelfth time finding my cheeks ideally placed to receive the stroke as the belt engaged my cheeks in equal measure with such force that I lost my balance slipping on the mud and in an attempt to stop myself falling, I twisted around and fell into the thick muddy puddle. My hands, face, and the whole front of me was instantly covered in mud and as a natural reflex, I then turned on my back to stop anymore strokes of his belt hitting my bottom whilst rendered incapacitated and in some respects humiliated. At the point, Uncle Bill advised me that twelve strokes of his belt had repaid my misbehaviour and that I could get up which I duly did. Now covered or should I say, caked in mud, Uncle Bill ordered me to finish what chores looking like I was, naked and muddy from head to foot. There was something erotic about being covered in mud. The fall had splashed mud on my face, but my cock and pubic hair were caked as was my stomach and half my chest. My bottom and lower back was equally caked, but the mud was helping the effects of the stinging and my extremely bruised hot bottom. Not even my legs had escaped the mud and I must have looked a site but Uncle Bill had said I was to remain like that for the rest of the day and actually, I was now so aroused from the erotic effects of the mud that my cock gained the most powerful erection I had experienced since me first day. There it was, erect and almost vertical, aching for action and covered in thick mud. As Uncle Bill walked away, I couldn't resist the temptation and I started to rub my hand up and down the shaft of my cock getting more and more aroused until I felt the sensation I was about to cum and sure enough, I exploded and shot my load and seeing my cum oozing through the mud was exciting and such a turn on. I am not sure what time it was when Uncle Bill came to find me, but he was in a better mood and told me to finish and come back to the house. It was clear to me that Uncle Bill had forgiven me because he was in good spirits and told me about his trip to Vancouver. We turned the corner to the front porch and there before me was an old metal bath tub that he had filled with hot soapy water and having been told to stand in the tub, Uncle Bill stripped to his tighty whites and commenced providing me with the most wonderful erotic washdown of my life and within seconds of the first feeling of the sponge and water, I was erect again and excited. The washdown was lovely and such a turn on and whilst standing in the bath, Uncle Bill kneeled and started to suck my very clean cock. Oh my god, was I aroused and within 30 seconds I shot my load into his mouth, jerking my hips all the time as he held his hands on my bottom making sure that I remained deep inside his mouth as he swallowed everything I had to offer. It was then he stood up and without even asking, I pulled his tight whites down and told him to take me which he did by lifting me out of the tub and putting me over the wooden porch surround. Oh god, it felt great him being inside me and sure enough, as he was holding the front of my waist to maximise his penetration, I felt him cum as he gave a groan of satisfaction. Once he had finished and left me dribbling cum, Uncle Bill fired up the BBQ and we stayed naked together for the whole evening, cooking, drinking beer and eating the most wonderful steaks he had purchased. After dinner, Uncle Bill took me again by telling me to kneel on the grass as the sun was setting. There he was, thrusting into me from behind but this time, he took his time and explored all the areas of my body with his huge hands, squeezing my cock and pinching my nipples as he flexed his hips in and out. Sure enough, I felt him flex himself as his juice shot into me. With the end of the day beckoning, Uncle Bill suggested that if I was going to play in the mud like a child I should smooth as a child and as a bedtime activity, he was going to shave me, so out came the tin tub again and I stood in it whilst he shaved me all over with the exception of my head hair. By the time he finished I was smooth all over including my legs and arms and I went to bed that night relaxed, well nourished, smooth as a baby and not in much pain. Clearly, mud is an excellent post spanking remedy. I liked being shaved and Uncle Bill realising I enjoyed the whole process, introduced it as a daily activity for the rest of my time with him.