Mattie considered holidays in the country to be a bore. She'd argued strongly with her parents about coming with them but they had been insistent. She pointed out that she'd stayed home the previous year and she was now a year older. Why couldn't she stay home this year?
Afterwards, she admitted that that particular argument had been a mistake.
"I know you stayed home last year," her father had said, quite calmly for him. "That's one reason you're not staying home this year."
Mattie had quite forgotten about that little incident from last year. It wasn't really fair of her father to bring it up. It hadn't really been her fault and no-one got hurt and the fire brigade had been very nice about the whole thing, but her dad still brought it up every so often.
The first day it rained. Combined with the heat it was a very mucky day, reinforcing Mattie's opinion that she'd have been better off at home. The next day was better. The rain had washed the air and everything looked new and sparking. The sun shone from a bright blue sky, promising a fine day.
Big deal. A lovely day and nothing to do and nowhere to go and no friends around. Booorrriiinnnng.
The temperature started to climb and Mattie got restless. There was nothing to do in the house and, as far as she was concerned, nothing to do outside. Things she used to do on her holidays as a child bored her now. She decided to go for a walk.
Strolling along the country road, feeling the heat, Mattie decided to cut down a laneway that meandered through an orchard. She remembered this laneway. A little voice was prompting her, assuring her that there was something worthwhile down there and the trees were shady.
Down the lane, eyes flicking through the trees to the right, memory of a pleasant time stirring. Then she spotted the flash of blue water.
Mattie laughed as she scaled the fence. The same tree was there, offering a helpful branch, enabling her to clear the fence easily. Now she was at the pool she remembered it well. She'd been swimming there with Rose a few years back. Skinny dipping she recalled. Something else that had happened nagged at her mind, but she dismissed it. They'd had fun.
It was hot and the water looked cool. Should she or shouldn't she? Mattie walked around the pool, considering. Maybe if she kept her undies on? But then she'd have to wear them home wet and rubbing and she'd just as soon not. It wasn't as though there was anyone around. A quick swim to cool off and no-one would be any the wiser.
Mattie stripped quickly, leaving her clothes at the bottom of the post near her, the sign acting as a marker. It was, Mattie noted with amusement, a no swimming sign. Memory stirred, pointing out that the sign had been there when she was here with Rose. They'd ignored it then and Mattie ignored it now.
The water was fine and Mattie enjoyed herself. She swam and floated and swam some more. The pool was surprisingly deep, with only a little trickle of a creek seeming to run through it. A natural pothole that had filled with water, Mattie assumed.
Finally leaving the water Mattie stretched in the sunshine. She'd just lie on the grass and let the sun dry her off and then she'd get dressed and be on her way.
That was Mattie's intention. It was just a little unfortunate that things didn't quite work out that way. Preparing to sit, Mattie had no idea that there was anyone else in the vicinity. Her first realisation of this came when she found a pair of large hands taking her around the waist and lifting.
The world seemed to spin around her and when it settled she found she was lying across the knee of someone who was kneeling on one knee and using his other knee as a prop for her body.
"You don't remember warnings very well, do you, Mattie?" said a voice. A very familiar voice, Mattie found. Nice sounding, but damned if she could place it.
Her curiosity about the familiar voice vanished when a hand came down very smartly on her bottom. Mattie squealed in shock and started to struggle.
Her assailant was strong. Far stronger than she was, Mattie found. The hand came down again, seemingly even harder.
"You and your friend were warned about what would happen if I caught you swimming in this pool again," she was told, and suddenly a memory came flooding back.
She and Rose leaving the pool, both of them nude and fifteen at the time, and this farmer had been there. He'd read them the riot act about swimming in the pool even though it was posted. After that he'd read them a second riot act about running around naked in public at their age. They weren't children anymore, they'd been told. If they didn't realise it, they should look in a damned mirror.
She and Rose had realised it rather abruptly when they found they were standing starkers in front of a man who was highly displeased with them. They'd just stood there frozen while he roared at them, trying to hide behind their hands.
After the yelling the man had delivered some threats if he ever caught them there again and told them to beat it. They'd scrambled into their clothes and bolted, scared stiff that he'd tell their parents.
That had been the first time Mattie had really known she was a woman and attractive to men. For all that the farmer had been a relatively old man she'd seen his eyes looking over her and Rose and appreciating what they saw.
Now, several years later, she'd pulled the same mistake and he had to be the one to catch her. And he was spanking her, as promised. Among other threats, Mattie could distinctly hear him telling her and Rose about what a nice spanking they'd get if he caught them there again.
All her memories flooded her between the second and third spanks. Knowing who was spanking her and why didn't really help. It still hurt. The farmer had no compunction about delivering a really good hiding when required and he was handing it out with a will.
Mattie squealed and her bottom got spanked.
She pleaded and her bottom got spanked anyway.
A heartfelt and tearful apology didn't slow the spanking at all.
It appeared the farmer had a real point he wanted to make. What Mattie was finding the worst part of the whole business was that the farmer was so damned careless about how he spanked her.
It was one thing to have his hand come down on one cheek or the other, and sometimes both. It was something else entirely when he missed her bottom and his hand slapped hard against her pussy. His long fingers seemed to curl around her, cupping her entire vulva when this happened.
Squealing and protesting loudly, Mattie suffered.
Finally she was lifted back onto her feet, the spanking over. Mattie bounced. She jumped up and down, hands clutching at her bottom, tears in her eyes. Oh, god, her bottom smarted.
She finally focussed on the farmer. Now she knew him. Big dumb old Fred the Farmer, she and Rose had called him. Now he was standing there watching as she jumped up and down, whining about her bottom.
What the hell was he looking at?
