The cyclist and the farmer (M/F story)

May looked around at the unfamiliar landscape and had to admit that she was lost.

It was a warm and beautiful day, and she'd gone for a long bike ride in the countryside. She'd decided to explore some paths she'd never travelled before, and had gone further than intended. She had a nagging feeling that she'd taken the wrong turn at the last crossroads, but she didn't know which one was the correct one.

There was a river on one side, and a farmer's field on the other. Across the field, she suddenly spotted a road she thought she recognized, and had a feeling it would be easy to get home from there, but she had no idea which road would take her there. She sighed, frustrated at being so close to a path home, yet so far, when she realized that the plants were small enough that she could probably cycle across. She knew farmers didn't like it when you went through their fields, but she was too tired and too lost to care.

As she began to cycle, she knew that the trip would take her close to the farmhouse. She recognized it as old Mr. Bannerman's place. He'd retired a year or two ago, and she'd heard some out-of-towner she'd never met had bought it. As she neared the house, a man that she presumed was the new farmer came running out. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with sandy hair. She guessed him to be in his mid-thirties; about a decade older than herself.

His handsome face and muscular build made her wish that she could have met him at a party or at a bar - she'd be wearing her favourite little black dress, with her hair and makeup perfectly done, giving him a coy smile from across the room. He would stare at her, grinning back at her and wondering who the stunning beauty was. In reality, she was dirty, clad in a sweat-stained exercise outfit, and trespassing on his land, and the look he gave her was anything but friendly.

"What do you think you're doing!?" he shouted. "Get out of the field. You're killing my crops, you daft bint!"

May had intended to apologize for her actions, but being shouted at and insulted didn't make her disposed to be friendly. She knew she was in the wrong, but had no intention of admitting it. "I was lost and needed a shortcut," she snapped. "I'll be off your lands in a few minutes."

"You didn't have to ride straight over my crop. There are paths you could have taken," he said with a scowl. "And snapping at me? If you were a few years younger, I'd take you across my knee and tan your hide for this stupid stunt."

She gave him an indignant glare, blushing furiously at this assault on her pride. Too angry for words, she tried to spit at him, but it landed several feet short of the mark. The look he cast in her direction convinced her to get out of there before he decided she wasn't too old for a spanking after all, so she quickly cycled away.

She eventually made it home, jumping in the shower to remove the grime and stress of the journey. As she washed herself, she kept thinking about the farmer. How dare he speak to her like that, and make her feel like a silly little girl? All she'd done was go across his land. She thought about his threat to spank her, feeling a shiver down her back at the thought of being placed across the strong man's lap, his muscular thighs below her and his hard palm lifted high in the air. He looked strong – if he spanked her, she knew he could make it hurt.

That night, she dreamt that she was back in the field. She was confronted by the farmer again, and this time, he didn't settle for threatening her. Despite her attempts to resist him, he easily picked her up and placed her over his lap, lowered her shorts and panties, and used his hard hand to soundly tan her bottom. She screamed and squirmed, trying to escape, but he laughed and held her in place, his palm beating a steady rhythm on her wriggling rear. She was soon yelping and pleading, promising to be good, but her words had no effect. No matter what she said or did, he mercilessly spanked her bottom until she was sobbing and lying limply across his lap, too exhausted to resist.

When he finally let her off his lap, she fell to her knees, her hands futilely trying to rub the sting out of her burning bottom. She glanced up, and through her tears, she saw the large man unzipping his jeans with a lascivious grin on his face.

She awoke with a start, her heart beating heavily in her chest. "What a horrible nightmare," she told herself, fervently trying to ignore the fact that her panties were absolutely soaked.


The next day, Theo was sitting on the porch, enjoying a cup of coffee with his lunch, when he spotted someone moving across his fields. His jaw dropped when he recognized the rude cyclist from the day before. She couldn't be stupid enough to cycle across his crops twice in two days, could she?

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled once she got closer. "Didn't you do enough damage yesterday? Are you trying to bankrupt me?"

She stopped the bicycle next to the porch, giving him a condescending look that made his blood boil. "I was lost again," she explained. She tried to seem relaxed, but he detected a hint of nervousness in her voice that she did her best to cover up. "This seemed the best route to get home."

"If you can't go outside without destroying someone's livelihood, you'd better stay at home," he snarled at her. "Maybe you'd benefit from that spanking I threatened you with yesterday - I think a sore bottom would do you a world of good. It might keep you off that bicycle for a few days, as well."

She blushed, glancing briefly down at her feet, before managing to meet his gaze. She glared at him, giving him the most disdainful look that she could muster. "You wouldn't dare."

That was as much as Theo would take. Ruining his crops was bad enough, especially two days in a row, but he would not let her challenge him on his own land. He took a few steps forward, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her off her bicycle, before placing her under one arm with her bottom facing forward. As he carried her back to the porch, she seemed too stunned to resist at first, but soon tried to squirm out of his grasp while making angry spluttering noises.

"None of that!" he said, giving her a hard smack to the backside. She stiffened, hanging limply under his arm as the reality of the situation settled in.

"You can't do this! Let me go at once," she demanded, though she didn't sound as sure of herself as she had a few seconds ago.

"You trespass on my lands, ruin my crops, and insult me? You're in enough trouble as it is, young lady, so I suggest you stop making it worse for yourself." He sat down on the side of the porch, placing her across his lap and delivering a series of hard smacks to the seat of her lycra shorts.

"Ouch! Stop that!" she squealed indignantly.

"I'll stop when you're sufficiently chastened - and from the looks of things, that's going to take some time," his hand continuing to rise and fall on the quivering mounds of her backside.

"Ow! Not so hard - I've never been spanked before," she whined.

"That seems to be the source of your problems," he said drily. "Not to worry - we'll soon fix that." And he started to spank harder.

His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering hard slaps that made her yelp and kick her legs. She tried to squirm away, but he placed his left arm around her waist, making sure she remained in position as he spanked her soundly.

"Owie! You brute! You can't do this!" she said. She tried to sound dignified, but he could tell that she was on the edge of tears.

"You know, you don't sound as contrite as you should," he said, pausing to rub and squeeze her bottom. "Maybe these shorts offer a little too much protection."

She realized what he meant. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered nervously. There was very little trace of the confidence she had displayed a few minutes ago.

He tutted. "Wrong again," he said, as he grabbed the waistband of her shorts and began to lower them to her knees. She reached her hand back to seize the shorts and hold them in place, but he slapped her hand away, and she quickly surrendered. Her black cotton panties were revealed to his gaze, as was the pink flesh surrounding it, and he could see the impact of his efforts.

As his hard palm continued to strike her soft buttocks, tears began to roll down her face, and she was squirming around on his lap with every smack. He smiled at her obvious discomfort, certain that this would improve her attitude. However, she still didn't seem as sorry as he'd like her to be, so he resolved to deliver a proper thrashing that would have her think twice before misbehaving in the future.

May kicked her legs, wincing in pain as he spanked the seat of her underwear for several long minutes, before she felt him grab the waistband of her panties.

"No! Please, you don't have to do that, sir!" she said in a panicked voice. "I'm very sorry for what I've done."

"Oh, really?" he said, gently rubbing the seat of her panties. "What are you sorry for, then?"

"I'm sorry I trespassed on your land, trampling your crops," she said earnestly. "I'm sorry that I was rude to you, insulted you, and spat after you."

"Hm. That sounds good and heart-felt," he replied. "I think you've learned something today, young lady. Maybe this spanking had the intended effect, after all." She breathed a sigh of relief, then tensed as his fingers returned to the waistband. "Now, we'll see if baring your bottom will help the lesson stick."

"No! Please don't! No," she squealed, but no matter what she did or said, she could feel her panties slowly slip down her thighs, baring her bottom to his gaze. She quickly pressed her legs together, not wanting him to see more than was absolutely necessary.

The first smacks on her bare bottom made her howl, and a few minutes later, she was sobbing and kicking her legs, all thoughts of modesty forgotten. Pleased with his efforts, Theo examined her red rear, and saw something that surprised him. He began to rub her bottom, slipping his hand between her legs to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but there was no mistaking it.

The woman across his lap was soaking wet.

"Are you enjoying this?" he said in a shocked, accusatory tone. She said nothing and hung her head low in shame, but she also parted her legs, wordlessly encouraging him to keep rubbing there. Theo, however, had no intention of rewarding her for her actions. He delivered a series of extra-hard slaps to the tops of her thighs that soon had her howling again.

"If it was a spanking you were after, you didn't have to ruin my crops again," he scolded. "You could have used the road, rung my doorbell, and told me. It would have been a lot better for both of us." He considered whether he should keep spanking her, but didn't know what effect it would have on her. He didn't want to reward her, after all. "Stand up."

On shaking knees, she rose to her feet. Her hands went back to rub the sting away, but he slapped them away.

"No rubbing yet," he told her. "I want you to stand against the wall of the house with your hands on your head and your shorts and panties around your ankles."

She blushed. "But... if anyone walks past, they'll see me!" she protested.

He sighed. "Yes, that's the idea, girl," he said. He grabbed her arm and propelled her into the designated position with a few hard smacks to her thighs, then placed her hands on her head.

"No rubbing, no turning away from the wall, no talking," he said. "You will stay here for an hour."

She nodded meekly.

He leaned in close, squeezing her red bottom. "And if you come talk to me the next time you want a trip across my knee, using the road instead of trampling the crops, I might take you into my bedroom and give you a more... pleasurable end to your spanking."

She blushed.  That sounded much nicer than what she was currently experiencing. "I'd like that very much, sir."

"No talking," he reminded her with a hard slap to her thigh, and sat down to finish his coffee.