Chapter Four - A Fantasy Revisited

Chapter Four.

A fantasy revisited.

“Kyle!” Cowboy called out as he rang the dinner bell. I say bell, but it was actually a metal triangle that hung on the porch. “Come on Son! It’s time to get washed up for eats!”

“Come on Son!” Cowboy’s words echoed through Kyle’s thoughts. He could not remember the last time anyone called him son. Neither could he remember ever feeling the way he felt right now as a result of those three little words.

Kyle wiped the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. Stabbed the pitchfork into a bail of hay and started off towards the house.

Arriving at the house Kyle sat on the swing chair and wearily pulled off his boots before standing and entering the house.

“Hi Son.” Cowboy greeted him. “Meal’s nearly ready, why don’t you go grab a shower and freshen up I will come get you when it is ready.”

“Yes Sir,” Kyle answered him.

Ever since his arrival Kyle had been polite, courteous and easy to get along with but now there was a new somehow different respect both his words and his voice and it was a respect that Cowboy determined to nurture.

Going upstairs Kyle went into the bathroom and turned the shower. Sliding open the bathroom window he looked out into early evening sun and smelt the air. It smelt good, fresh, clean and somehow pure.

Placing his hand into his dungaree pocket he pulled out a packet of tobacco, some cigarette papers and a book of matches. Leaning out of the window he slowly rolled himself a smoke before lighting up and taking a deep breath inhaling the nicotine flavored smoke deep into his lungs.

The smoke bit into his lungs causing his to cough sharply as he realized this was the first smoke he had had since he arrived at the ranch. “Why was that? He was 18! He could smoke if he wanted! Couldn’t he?” The thoughts and questions flowed through his mind as if somehow lubricated by the nicotine.

Stubbing what was left of his cigarette out on the bathroom window ledge, Kyle pulled his head from the open window closed the window, turned exhaled his last breath of smoke and turned his attention back to the matter at hand, that of getting his shower.

Sitting on a small white painted wooden chair he reached down and pulled off his socks before standing and wearily unbuttoning his dungarees and letting them slip to the floor,

Within minutes his tired, naked young body was in the bathtub and under the hot refreshing jet of shower water cascading over him. Reaching out, he grabbed the bar of soap from the soap dish and rubbing it in his now sore and slightly blistered hands made a thick lather.

Replacing the soap in the dish he pulled the thick scented lather up his arm and up under his chin lifting his face upwards towards the jet of water. Man it felt good. Slowly and sensually he rubbed the thick scented lather into his soft skin. His eyes closed, his mind a million, million thoughts away.

Eyes still closed he reached out and fumbled for the soap once more before dragging it softly across his stomach. It felt good. Real good. Heck he felt good. Real good.

Eyes still closed he guided the bar of soap down the washboard ripples of his stomach muscles. Pulling one arm up and cupping his hand behind his neck, Kyle pulled the bar of soap up and down over his stomach muscles and his now taught soft flesh.

The bar of soap held firmly in the 18-year-old boy’s hand felt so good as it glided over his taught tender skin. “There is nothing more rewarding after a full day’s work then a nice hot shower and a good lathering.” Kyle thought to himself.

Shaking his head before taking his soap free hand and wiping the excess water from his face. Kyle opened his eyes. The reflection of himself in the bathroom mirror caught his eye and he could not help but admire his young but muscular body.

As if without thinking, his hand reached down and slid over his buttocks as he gazed at their warm red glow in the mirror.

“Man Cowboy had made an impression on me!” Kyle thought to himself as he turned his back towards the mirror to reveal more of his glowing globes.

As he stood there admiring his reddened butt, his soap filled hand slipped down to his groin as he gently lathered his genitals and penis, “man that feels good he thought to himself, his eyes closing as he continued massaging his expanding manhood.

He had never ever before been spanked. But even so it was not a subject that was totally new to him. Growing up he had heard many a tale from school chums of how their parents had spanked and paddled them.

Each and every story had increased his interest and fascination and the sheer thought of seeing someone getting their butt spanked was something that had always stirred a very strong reaction in his loins.

That was all it took. The bar of soap splashed to the floor of the bath tub as Kyle stood there proud and erect, working the lather into his throbbing rod.

If the glow of his own butt was anything to go by Cowboy was planning on putting a fire in Blu’s tail tomorrow and that was something that Kyle not only found intriguing but also very, very sexy.

“What was it the Cowboy had said?” He thought to himself. “Yeah that’s it. If you had been one of my boys from the start you would have found yourself over my knee and receiving hand spanking and then straight into the barn for a leathering with the belt or strap.”

“Man that is something I would pay good money to see!” Kyle thought to himself as he pumped his throbbing rod harder and harder.

He had no idea what Blu looked like and all he really knew about him was that he was an adult. But somehow that didn’t seem to matter as Kyle pictured the scene.

“There Blu was, in the barn, his naked body bent double over a pile of haystacks, his pert curvaceous buttocks raised up ready and waiting for the sting of Cowboy’s belt.”

Kyle moaned as the scene unfolded in his imagination.

“Cowboy was standing there, pulling his thick leather belt from the loops of his jeans, doubling it into a sinister and effective looking punishment tool.

Blu’s pert curvaceous buttock clenched as if involuntarily at the sound of Cowboy cracking the two halves of the leather belt against each other.

Then came the lecture as Cowboy scolded Blu for his recent behavior. And so the lecture continued as Cowboy rolled up the sleeve of his denim shirt.”

The more Kyle played the scene in his mind, the more powerful the throbbing of his erection became. And so the lathering stopped as Kyle gripped his throbbing rod in his fingers, His eyes still closed his face turned once more upwards to the jet of water cascading upon him. Kyle was lost in a world of fantasy and eroticism that seemed somehow only heightened by his own recent experience.

“Walking over to the naked and waiting Blu, Cowboy pushed the lad’s feet further apart until his legs were fully separated increasing the pertness of Blu’s cheeks.

Out of the corner of his eye Blu spied the thick leather belt swinging gently but menacingly to cowboy’s side. I t was like a rattler waiting to snap out its venom upon him.

Ready Boy? Cowboy asked as he pulled back his strong powerful arm in readiness for the first lash.

“Yes Sir!” Blu obediently responded as he braced himself for the first fiery impact.

And then it came the suppleness of the thick leather snaking its way across the curved cheeks of the waiting Blu. And as leather met naked skin Blu’s cheeks seemed to raise involuntarily as it spat out its pain filled bite.”
And imagination gave rise to jerking. And the jerking continued becoming synchronized with each crack of the belt that fell upon Blu’s pert tender buttocks in the young lads mind.

And the more the belt fell the more and more Kyle pumped his throbbing rod. Kyle’s moans now flowed freely as a verbal release of the self -satisfying ecstasy. Each firmly grasped pump on his ever throbbing rod seemed somehow to generate yet another lash across Blu’s buttocks in Kyle’s mind.

And pretty soon Kyle’s mental picture show displayed an ever increasing and ever faster thrashing as the lashed became faster and faster on Blu’s buttocks as Kyle pumping became faster and faster.

“Man Blu!” Kyle gasped as his juices shot out of his red exploding rod. “Some butt man and some beating you can take.”

“Yes it is and yes he can!” Cowboy agreed.

“Cowboy!” Kyle exclaimed, turning nervously to see Cowboy standing in the bathroom doorway through the water that flowed down his face. Instantly Kyle’s face reddened to a shade almost as red as the rod still in his hand now growing rapidly softer.

“I, I, I didn’t see you there.” Kyle stuttered out nervously.

“Well that is fairly obvious.” Cowboy smiled. “I came up to see what was taking you so long. But you had your mind and hands on other things.”

Kyle lowered his head in shame. “I, I couldn’t help it.” Kyle tried somehow to explain. “I just got to thinking about Blu coming tomorrow and your giving him a thrashing for his behavior.”

“And you got excited just thinking about it.” Cowboy added as he entered the bathroom and grabbed a large bath towel.

“Well yes, I guess I.” Kyle started but Cowboy stopped him in mid sentence.

“It’s ok.” Cowboy reassured him. “It is the most natural thing in the world for you to be interested even intrigued and sexually stimulated by the thought of seeing someone getting a thrashing from their dad.”

“It is?” Kyle asked turning off the shower and stepping out of the bathtub into the towel that Cowboy was holding up to wrap around the boy.

“Yes it is.” Cowboy reassured him, pulling the boy in front of him as he sat down in the white painted wooden chair and briskly rubbing him dry.

“So, so, I am not in trouble then?” Kyle asked Cowboy.

“For masturbating,” Cowboy answered as he turned Kyle around so he could rub his back dry. “No it is a perfectly natural thing to do.”

Kyle looked a little relieved.

“But for doing it when you should have been washing up for dinner. YES!” Crack! Cowboy’s hand landed firmly across the boy’s naked wet buttocks as Kyle let out a sharp ouch!

“Now tell me something son.” Cowboy continued, turning Kyle around to face him. “And you had better be honest son.”

Kyle lowered his head, as he stood naked in front of his new father. “Yes Sir?”

“Have you been smoking in here?” Cowboy asked, a tone of firm authority in his voice.

“No not really Sir,” Kyle answered. “I leaned out of the window.”

“So the answer is yes then.” Cowboy told him. “You were in here and you were smoking!”

“Umm yes sir.” Kyle agreed a little reluctantly.

“And just what were you fantasizing about son?” Cowboy asked him. “And again you had better be honest.”


“It, it was about seeing you leathering Blu.” Kyle answered nervously.

“I figured as much.” Cowboy told him, looking up at the boy’s somewhat embarrassed face.

“Well son.” He continued. “Tomorrow your fantasy becomes a reality.

“It, it does?” Kyle exclaimed, trying hard to contain his excitement.

“Oh yes.” Cowboy smiled. “Tomorrow you will get to see me put a sting in Blu’s tail.” Cowboy studied the reaction on Kyle’s face.
“After all.” He continued. “It’s only fair since he is going to get to see me put a sting in your tail. For Smoking in doors and for leaving your dirty clothes laying around.”

Kyle’s hands instinctively reached back and covered his butt cheeks.

“Yes sir.” The boy answered.

“Ok Son, I want you to dry off and get dressed and then come downstairs for Dinner. I am going down to dish it up.” Cowboy instructed. “And if you are not down in five minutes you better bring a strap.”

Cowboy smiled at the lad and turned to walk out of the bathroom. “Oh yes. And put those dirty clothes where they belong!” He instructed.

Reaching down Kyle picked up his dirty clothes and deposited them in the laundry hamper before continuing to dry him self off.

Once dry Kyle paused momentarily to look at his young slender body in the bathroom mirror. “I wonder just what Blu is like?” He asked himself. “And I wonder how he is going to take to me?”

Kyle’s eyes looked down to the reflection of his tight little bottom and the bright red hand print showing on the pinkened canvas of his cheeks so skilfully prepared earlier by Cowboy.

“Well at least he is going to get to see my best side.” Kyle chuckled to himself as he left the bathroom to dress for dinner.