The loft in the barn was a bit stuffy, but Amy and Colton knew it was the only place they could go to be alone. Their kisses were urgent and strong, they could barely contain themselves. Colton began to reach up Amy’s blouse and feel her tender nipples, and cup her breasts. But just as Colton felt he was beginning to get somewhere, they heard the door of the barn open below them and they both stopped short. Colton’s dad walked into the barn followed by his younger sister Cathy. Colton wriggled over to the edge of the loft and peered below. Amy slid up next to him, both keeping a low profile, not wanting to be discovered.

Colton's sister Cathy appeared upset, and they soon discovered why. Amy had not noticed it before but on one of the many heavy wooden posts, hung a thick leather strap. It appeared to be the remnant of an old harness strap. It was a good two inches wide and at least a quarter inch thick, smooth worn leather. It looked to be about 20 inches long and on one end was drilled a hole and a thin piece of rawhide was strung through it, forming a loop for a handle so the strap could dangle from the rusty nail on the post. Colton squirmed uneasily.

Amy was glued to the scene with morbid curiosity. She couldn't believe she had never noticed this strap until today. Granted, her main focus had always been the loft and how quickly she and Colton could get up there to start kissing. She felt the chills run through her when she realized Cathy was about to get her bottom strapped.

“I warned you about your grades.” Colton’s dad began to lecture Cathy. Amy felt she was intruding on their conversation, but she couldn’t pull herself away. “You were told not to bring home another report card with failing grades.” The lecture continued. As it turned out Cathy was not such a good student. Cathy was two years younger than Colton and Amy, and Amy had not had much interaction with Cathy. Cathy was popular and ran around with a large group of friends and Amy had never felt Cathy was all that approachable.

Colton’s face flushed red. He was embarrassed because he knew when Amy saw this happening to his sister, she could easily figure out he was also punished with the strap, and the idea that she could figure this out embarrassed him a great deal. Amy had mentioned once to Colton something about her aunt paddling her, but he couldn’t be sure. He wished he had the power to stop Amy from seeing this. “My dad hardly ever does this,” he whispered, but Amy was so mesmerized by the scene unfolding below her, she barely heard him.

By now Cathy had lifted her skirt and lowered her panties and bent over grasping the backs of her knees. Her feet were shoulder length apart and she was obviously steeling herself for what was about to come. Amy almost forgot to be quiet and had to stifle a gasp when Colton’s father drew the strap back high above his shoulder and swung it down harshly against Amy’s bare bottom, causing a large cracking sound. Cathy rocked forward from the initial blow, standing up slightly in protest and weakly moaning “oww” before she bent back over into position.

Tears began to roll down Cathy’s face. Amy’s heart was beating a mile a minute. Another loud smack was delivered followed by still another. Smack after smack fell harshly and methodically against Cathy’s bare backside. Cathy was sobbing aloud by now and Amy felt butterflies in her stomach as she saw how red and swollen Cathy's bottom was becoming from each vicious blow. Colton was doing his best to avoid looking at Amy. Every time she glanced over at him, he pretended not to see her.

Amy watched the strap rise and fall until Colton’s father had delivered 20 very hard licks. Amy felt a hot wetness between her legs accompanied by a slight tingling sensation. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and chills ran throughout her body.

Colton's dad hung the strap back on the nail and Cathy managed with some effort to stand up and pull up her panties. Amy noticed that her panties had fallen down around her ankles. Cathy smoothed her skirt down over her red punished bottom and winced. Amy noticed Cathy's obvious limp as she followed her father from the barn. Cathy's father had his arm around her shoulders and he was talking quietly to her as he led her from the barn. Cathy's sobs were somewhat subdued from what they were, but she was still quite upset.

Colton finally got the courage to look over at Amy. His face was flushed red and his ears were on fire. Amy’s eyes appeared slightly glazed as she attempted to collect her wits. Colton wondered if there was any way he could lie and tell her he never got punished that way. He knew it was impossible. He pulled a stray piece of hay from Amy’s hair then quietly spoke. “You should probably go now.” He said quietly.

Amy nodded, but before she could bring herself to leave, she leaned over and kissed Colton with more passion than she had ever kissed him with before. Colton soon forgot his embarrassment and started kissing her back. For another 20 or 30 minutes they fondled one another over and under their clothing kissing passionately, hot and sweaty from their passion coupled by the humidity of the hay in the loft.

Colton was in pain from his cock being so hard and erect with no release in sight. Finally they stopped themselves, and fastened their disheveled clothing. They slowly descended the ladder to the floor of the barn below. Amy knew she needed to get home, but she paused momentarily as she walked by the strap. She couldn’t resist the urge to touch it, and she reached out in an attempt to grab it from the nail so she could hold it in her hand.

Colton was close on her heels and he suddenly seized the strap playfully before she could grab it. He held it up and away from her. He had found his humor once again. He smiled at her with mischief. “You don’t want to touch this.” He winked and waved it around playfully.

Amy was grinning from ear to ear. “I just wanted to feel what it felt like was all.” She said, meaning she wanted to touch it with her fingers. Colton laughed out loud, “Sure bend over and turn around, I’ll let you feel it.” He grinned wickedly.

Amy gasped in mock horror, enjoying Colton's mischievous grin. As she stared at the strap she felt the chills mounting once again and that familiar hot wet sensation between her legs. It gave her a thrill to think of being struck on her bottom by that strap, she didn't fully understand why. She quickly reached out and tried to grab the strap away from him, but Colton maintained his grip on one end of it, allowing her to touch the other end.

She caressed the smooth leather marveling at its thickness and suppleness. She knew in order to keep leather pliable it had to be oiled frequently. She had oiled plenty of harnesses for Aunt Helen over the months she had been there, so she knew all about caring for leather. This strap had been well cared for and from what she could tell was well worn. She didn't know if it had become worn prior to being used for punishment or after. She wondered how long it had hung on the nail in this barn and even more she wondered how often it got used.

Suddenly she let go of her side of the strap and spontaneously bent over, wiggling her bottom for Colton. "Okay then, go ahead, I dare you." She laughed. He grinned from ear to ear and drew back the strap playfully, hitting her wiggling bottom lightly with it. She giggled with delight as the leather lightly struck her.

“You think that’s funny?” He laughed. “Young lady, you will get better grades!” He laughed and brought the strap down against her bottom once again, this time with slightly more force, but still not really hurting her.

He swatted her about four or five times playfully as they both laughed and joked. He thought his cock had been hard and rigid before, now he was positively aching for release. The image of Amy wiggling her cute bottom in front of him was almost more than he could stand. He wondered if he was going to explode in his pants. He turned around and exhaled deeply as he hung the strap back on the nail, feeling hot and sweaty and trying to de-escalate the situation. By the time he turned around he was beginning to cool off a little bit, at least enough that he could speak. “I guess you think my dad is pretty awful, huh.” He said.

Amy looked away uncomfortably. “No, lots of parents spank their kids.” She mused.

Colton shrugged uncomfortably. “I guess so.” He mused.

Amy knew this was her chance to confess, she could tell he was very embarrassed. “Hey my Aunt has threatened me with the paddle before” she blurted, she couldn’t quite spit out the entire truth.

“Oh really?” Colton raised his eyebrows, but she could see he still felt awkward.

Amy looked down. “In fact she has used the paddle on my butt a few times.” Amy quipped, then she was overcome by her own embarrassment and quickly ran out the door of the barn before Colton had time to react to her confession. “I gotta go” she said running across the yard towards home.

Colton watched her run away, then quickly went back inside the barn and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his rigid cock, he began stroking himself and it didn't take long before he spurted thick white liquid onto the dirt floor of the barn. Shuddering and leaning against the wall of the barn, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. His mind was filled with images of Amy bending over for him and wiggling her bottom in front of him, daring him to use the strap on her.

Amy went home as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She ate dinner with Aunt Helen as usual and then they watched some television. But rather than stay up until it was time for bed, Amy excused herself early. She went up to her bedroom stripped off her clothes and slid beneath her waiting sheets. She quickly began to fondle herself, rubbing her clit and thinking of the strap in Colton’s barn and how it had been used on his sister. She substituted images of Colton on the receiving end, then she thought of herself being strapped. She imagined once again bending over for Colton to strap her, only him not hitting her gently this time, but him strapping her with great force. She climaxed hard as these images permeated her mind. She brought herself to climax several more times before finally feeling satisfied enough to slip on her nightgown and go to bed. She drifted off to sleep that night with a smile on her face, as she dreamed of Colton and the strap.

~*~

 

  Amy