My Dad owns a horse farm. Since my Mom passed away and my older brothers moved out, it’s been just him and me. I’m Jenny, today I turn 18, and don’t have much of a life outside the farm. I’ve never had a boyfriend, although I think I’m kind of cute; blond, 5’2” and 115 pounds, even though my boobs are pretty small. And, yes, I’m a virgin. I’ve never really thought much about that though.

Our farm is a breeding farm. We have mares and stallions along with a few fillies that we have kept from couplings when the time seemed right. I love working there. We also have a half dozen farm hands. There’re four Black guys and two Mexicans. They are all easy to work with and I enjoy their company.

The foreman is one of the Black guys, Jerome. Jerome is a big dude; 29 years old, around 6’4” and maybe 210 pounds. I had never thought much about men’s ‘equipment’, but Jerome is hard to ignore. I’ve seen him in shorts a few times and he looks like he’s sporting a nightstick that sometimes protrudes below the leg of his shorts even when he is soft.

I’ve been in a bad mood all day. Maybe it’s because it’s my birthday and there’s nothing really special going on for it. It’s not PMS; my period stopped a couple of days ago. Jerome is a pretty good cook and, for my birthdays till now, he has always made me a carrot, birthday cake. He knows I love carrot cake.

But, this time, I just wasn’t in the mood. When Jerome brought my carrot, birthday cake in, I threw a fit and said many things that I should not have. Jerome was clearly hurt that I didn’t want his cake and my Dad was furious because of the disrespect I had shown Jerome.

My parents are real traditionalists and, when you screw up bad enough, an ass beating was in your near future. My Dad even built a spanking bench so you could be secured down and couldn’t get away from what you deserved. The part you laid over was about four feet off the floor and two feet in length. The bench was wide though, about three and a half feet. Your hands were tied down to the front legs and your knees pulled apart and attached to the back legs. Then, there was one last strap over your waist to keep you from wriggling too much. The result of your knees being so far apart was that you were completely exposed, pussy and asshole completely visible along with the tender skin between your butt cheeks. The skin of your ass was stretched tight as a drum. When the boys were on the bench, Dad had fashioned a thick leather pouch to protect their balls.

Dad’s weapon of choice was an old fashioned razor strop, the kind used in old barber shops. It had a handle on one end, but Dad has removed the buckle from other other end so it was bare leather. When it blasted your skin tight butt cheeks, the pain was unbelievable. Ten or fifteen strokes left you wishing you had never done whatever it was that got you there.

Just when I finished my fit, I remembered the spanking bench and strap and was immediately sorry for what I had done. But, it was too late. Dad sent the hands back to the bunkhouse, except for Jerome. He told Jerome that, since he was the subject of my ire, he would get to watch my punishment. Except for my Dad, I had never been nude in front of a man before, but that wasn’t what I was worried about just right then.

Dad told me to go into his office. There was no ‘maybe’ in his voice and I did as I was told. Dad and Jerome followed.

Off my Dad’s office was another room, one I had been in a few times earlier in my life, it contained the ‘bench’.

Dad told me to remove everything from the waist down. His voice wasn’t angry, but it was firm. I had no choice. I pulled off my shoes, socks, and panties and stood with my hands trying to cover my pussy. Until then, no one knew that I shaved my pussy; it was completely hairless.