“IT’S TOO DAMN HOT,”, Belinda shouted, shaking her tiny fist at the noonday sun. Belinda, a pretty blonde from Germany was spending the week in a small southern town in America. Bored, she had decided to go for a walk down a unpaved country road. Passing a farm, she saw a stream on the other side of the farmer’s fenced in field. Seeing no one around, Belinda decided she would go skinny dipping. Paying no attention to the NO TRESPASSING! sign nailed to the fence, she climbed across it and headed towards the cooling rushing water.

Halfway across the field, Belinda heard what sounded like a runaway locomotive headed towards her. Looking behind her, Belinda saw a massive bull charging directly at her. Frozen with fear, too scared to run, she felt herself being lifted, and flung across the shoulder of a giant of a man. The mystery man ran with Belinda back the way she had just came, and tossed her back across the fence. She landed forcefully, butt first, on the hard gravel road, and skidded into a mud puddle, soaking the seat of her grey sweatpants. The man leaped over the fence next, barely escaping with his life.

The man gave Belinda an angry look that scared her. “Can’t you read, Girl?”, he said, pointing at the nearest NO TRESPASSING! sign, “My name is Johnny Brown, and this is MY farm. And that’s my bull, Blackjack. Blackjack will attack anyone who enters his pen. That’s WHY I have these signs posted every where. You could had gotten us both killed!”

Belinda stood up, rubbing her damp derrière. “I’m sorry, Herr Braun.”, she whispered.

“You’ll be sorry when I’m through with you, Girly”, Johnny said, taking Belinda by the arm, and leading her over to a nearby willow tree, where he cut and stripped a series of long thin branches. Then he ordered Belinda to follow him into what appeared to be a woodshed.

“I think you need to learn a lesson today. If you see a NO TRESPASSING! sign on someone’s property, there’s probably a good reason for why that’s there. I’m going to teach you why it’s a bad idea to trespass. Drop your pants and bend across that sawhorse.”

Belinda’s first impulse was too run away, but she remembered how easily this bear of a man had carried her across the field. He would have no trouble forcing her to do what he wanted her to. Plus, the last thing she wanted, was to make him any angrier than he already was. Having been switched before, she knew what the farmer was planning to do to her, and making him madder, could result in her getting a even harsher punishment. She started to shake with fear, when she saw there was a thick leather strap hanging by the sawhorse. Trembling, she lowered her sweatpants and bent across the sawhorse.

Johnny wasn’t sure if it would be right to ask a strange woman to also lower her panties, but he smiled when he saw how brief Belinda’s panties were. Most of her plump posterior was already completely bare. And wet. He knew that would increase the switch’s sting. GOOD! Johnny wanted to set this German brat’s behind on fire, a fire that would burn for hours. He raised his switch high above his head and brought it down with all of his might.

Belinda screamed.

Farmer Brown’s switch raised welts all across the bawling blonde’s backside and even halfway down the back of her legs. The red welts painted across Belinda’s snowy white bottom reminded Johnny of a candy cane. But her bottom wasn’t nearly red enough to suit the farmer. He wasn’t going to stop until Belinda’s butt was completely crimson, and resembled a pair of swollen, overripe tomatoes.

Belinda had once climbed a tree, to try to break into her ex-boyfriend’s apartment. She had fallen out of that tree and had landed, butt first, into a hornet’s nest. Wearing a thin part of booty short had offered her bottom scant protection from the hornet’s stingers, and she had been stung at least a hundred times before escaping back to her car. Each stroke of the farmer’s switch felt like being stung by a hornet. And burned. Every swat left a new line of fire across her already piping hot posterior. Belinda was about to pass out from the pain, when she heard her tormentor say, “OK, Girly, I think you learned your lesson.”

Belinda flew up from the sawhorse, her hands clutching her hot as lava rear, and began to dance in circles, moaning loudly. Seeing she was now on the same side of the fence as the stream she was planning on skinny dipping in earlier, she ran past Johnny, and dived into the cooling water.

Johnny, walked over to the stream, expecting the blonde to cuss him out, mostly with words he didn’t understand, but he was shocked when she looked up at him, with her mascara running down her cheeks and said, “I guess I deserved that, Johnny, I did almost get us both killed. Thank you for saving my life.”

The farmer didn’t know what to say at first, but then what he hoped was the right words came to him, “I was fixing supper when I saw Blackjack was about to trample you. If you want to stay for supper, I’m having fried chicken, cherry pie and sweet ice tea.“

Belinda smiled mischievous, “Ice tea? I would rather have an ice pack. Thank you. I will. But I’ll probably have to eat standing up. Can I go to the bathroom first to freshen up?”

On the way to the bathroom, Belinda saw Farmer Brown had a mirror in his bedroom. She stopped in there to examine her burning bottom. Yep, it looked every bit as bad as she expected. When she returned to the kitchen, Johnny Brown had her a heaping plate of food waiting on her. And a pile of big fluffy pillows stacked up in her chair.