Cara dreaded each step she took but there was no choice, not really.

She’d promised to follow Uncle Jake’s rules and she’d broken one of the, badly.

His footsteps sounded behind her as she knew he was following. The barn wasn’t too far away but it seemed all to close to Cara. She opened the side doorway and left it open for him to not be rude. The barn smelled like always, old and new hay, cows, wood, and a little dust. She knew where to go. It wasn’t her first trip to the barn and she knew it wouldn’t be her last. She thought about that for a moment as she walked up to the two haybales where she was to take her position.

Uncle Jake wasn’t really her uncle but a friend of her late father’s who took her in when she had no one else. God, she’d been such a brat at seventeen. Her red hair was a definite warning to the world around her. He’d been patient at first but then had laid out the laws-of-the-land. Short version was it meant him laying his hand on her bare backside for talking back then getting a soaped mouth on top of it! Jake had been working his entire life so he was so strong and his hands so firm. She’d cried for an hour after that, half of it in the corner of the living room while he watched TV.

From that point on, breaking a rule meant over his knee or over the haybale. The barn was for serious infractions and it’d been a while since she’d had to come out here. After four years of living with him, she should know better but…still…she did and she didn’t. She felt a familiar stirring in between her thighs and knew she was already wet. Did he know? How could he not? He’d never taken advantage of it or felt her. Damn him! She tried wearing shorter skirts and shorts but all he ever did was tell her how pretty she looked.

Cara unbuttoned and let her short cut-offs fall to the ground. She stepped out of them. The tiny thong she had on barely counted as underwear. The strip in front didn’t even cover her little patch of red there. She’d figured Jake was old-fashioned enough he’d prefer a little strip to bare, not that he ever really looked. Defiantly, she unbuttoned her shirt as well. She wore no bra and didn’t need to as perky as her girls were. Let him try to ignore that!

“Go on now. Bend over.” He told her.

“Yes, Sir. I will, Sir.” She told him quietly. A glance showed her he was looking at her pretty hard now so she turned around a little fast so her shirt would open up. She began to rethink her decisions as the poking of the hay scratched against her bare breasts. Her hands reached over to the other side of the bale and she moved to tiptoe. This was the position she’d been taught.

Her pussy clenched as she heard him unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops. He always used his own belt. It made it hard for Cara to look at it sometimes when he was nearby, especially after a trip out here. Seeing it around his waist so casually, it made her nipples harden and have to press her thighs together.

“Why’re you here?” He drawled.

“I broke curfew last night.” She told him.

“And?” He prompted as he cracked the doubled-up belt behind her. It always made her jump.

“And…I tried to sneak inside so you wouldn’t know then lied to you this morning about it.” She summed it up.

“The lying hurts most of all, Cara.” He told her.

She cringed inside at the vulnerable tone in his voice. “I’m…I’m so very sorry, Sir. I deserve this whipping and whatever else for the lying. I’ll never lie to you again.” She promised and burned it into her heart.

“I’d like to believe that.” He told her.

His belt wouldn’t hurt as much as him saying that to her. She began to tear-up before things even started.

There would be no counting. He’d go until he was done and she’d hold position for him if it killed her. The cows gave out a little bellow of surprise at the sound of his first stroke across her bare ass. Cara squealed softly but held on as the next and the next and the next came. Jake was methodical and had stamina.

Over and over, she felt the hot blaze of his belt searing into her flesh and kept promising herself to never, ever disappoint him again. Her tears were running free and she began to whimper and promise to be good just like when she was seventeen and her first spanking. She couldn’t help it!

“MMmhmm.” He commented. “We’ll see.”

It was then he chose to go to her sit-spots just above the beginning of her thighs. She’d not sleep on her back for days now and sitting? She’d be carrying around that embarrassingly pink pillow to sit on for a while, too. He even made her bring it with her when they went to town. The smug looks she got! Oh, how it made her blush! The whole town knew when she’d been punished. They always seemed to need to go there for something right afterwards.

Cara was now bellowing like one of the cows. She couldn’t even make words now. Her grip on the bale was so hard that the hay was cutting into her hand. She was a unholy mess of a girl with the tears and snot, then she heard a sound. He’d put the belt on the bale next to her to show it was over. It didn’t mean she could move but he did it so she’d know it was done. It was a kindness.

He didn’t move or leave but was silent behind her. Cara’s bottom was throbbing but so was her cunt. “Sir….Sir?” She whimpered.

“Yes, Cara?” He spoke and was closer than she’d thought.

“Why…why don’t you see me…as a woman?” She felt herself turn hot at the admission.

“What?” He sounded so shocked.

“I’ve tried…and I’ve tried…I know you love me in your way. But…I…I want more.” She sobbed again but for a different reason.

“Cara?” He stammered. “Cara, I’ve always seen you as a woman. I just…I just…I couldn’t take advantage of the situation. You’re Bob’s daughter. I’ve known you since pigtails.”

“I’ve grown.” She told him and chanced a look back at him to see him looking flummoxed.

“I noticed.” He let out a soft chuckle.

“Have you?” She asked and wiggled her bottom at him.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hand begin to caress her bottom for the first time. She pressed into it.

“Yes, please, more, Sir?” She begged.

His hand spread over to cup her bottom cheek and squeeze. She moaned softly. “More? Please?”

His fingers now moved to where she needed them and pet her moist tuft of hair there.

“God.” He said quietly.

“No, just Cara…your Cara…if you…want me.” She whispered to him.

It only took moments but soon he showed her he wanted her…all of her. The fact the hay poked into her pelvis didn’t matter as he took her firmly and fully from behind her. She bellowed again but this time for another reason. She’d even begged permission to come first. Cara didn’t know if Jake knew about being her Dominant, but he’d learn. She’d teach him.