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Henry Williams watched the house down the road and worried. When Uncle Jake had
sold Henry the one hundred and ninety nine acres of Maine farmland, he had
explained that Grandpa Pat had given away one acre of land and a shack to
Charlie Benson because he was old and unable to work. Henry been too interested
in purchasing the property in Harper, Maine where he had played with his cousin,
Michelle, and her friends to listen to Uncle Jake. He had thought anything that
happened during the Great Depression to be trivial, but he was wrong. The past
haunts everybody. Patricia Benson had written to the Harper County courthouse
that she intended to move to Harper and claim her grandfather's shack and one
acre of land.

No one had known Charlie Benson had a family or anybody had a claim on his
estate. Patricia Benson had every right to her grandfather's estate even if she
had been serving a ten year prison sentence for stealing from the department
store where she worked. Henry hated the idea of having a thief for a neighbor,
but as he watched her move into the Benson place, he had to admit she was a
pleasure to watch. Her long auburn hair glowed in the early summer sun as if it
were liquid fire flowing down her back and what a back. Years inside prison had
made her pale, but she was so well shaped she looked as if she could've been
chiseled from ivory. The legs that protruded beneath her shorts looked as if
they could wrap a man in total ecstasy, but the ass beneath those shorts aroused
him more than the rest.

As a boy, he had played spanking games with Michelle and her five girlfriends
every weekend when he visited Uncle Jake's farm. He had been the only boy in the
little group and they often gave each other bare ass spankings. When he reached
high school, he had even volunteered to receive bare ass spankings if a boy did
something to hurt one of the girls. When he had taken shop in high school, they
had let him make some fun toys to add to their games. He had made a set of
adjustable English stocks to hold the spanking victim in just the right position
for the ultimate spanking experience. He had been astonished that the English
had never found such an exciting use for stocks, but his favorite spanking toy
had always been his converted fiberglass fishing rod. When he had accidentally
broken the tip of his fishing rod, he had taken it to the clubhouse where he met
the girls for their spanking sessions. He had almost as much fun making the
instrument as he later had using it. He stripped the eyes of the fishing rod and
wrapped it with rawhide boot laces to reach down into the victim's pussy. He
never thought of the fun the girls would have wrapping the rawhide laces around
his balls.

As painful as those spankings had been, he had to smile at the memory of them.
After he had placed his arms and neck into the English stocks and let one of the
girls give him three or four whacks across his bare ass with the fishing rod
whip, one of them always felt sorry for his reddening ass and volunteered to
place themselves in the English stocks and have their bare asses spanked if he
did the honors. He always did the honors and never placed less than ten hard
whacks across a girl's bare ass. When they had graduated from high school and
gone their separate ways, loneliness and boredom had almost killed him. He had
tried several relationships and even a failed marriage, but no one had ever
spoiled him as Michelle and her friends had. As soon as he got some money ahead,
he bought Uncle Jake's potato farm, began farming, and dreamed of the good old
days. No woman had tempted his basic instincts until he had watched the ex
convict move into the Benson place. He saw her bright red ass in his dreams that
night. When he caught her on his property the next morning, he almost pulled off
her cutoff jeans and turned her over his knee, but he controlled himself. "What
are you doing here? Don't you know this is private property? You just have one
acre over there. See that you stay there! "

Her face grew determined. Her green eyes flashed deadly. "I can't stay on my own
property. I'm just out of prison and I'm trying to start my own craft business.
I was exploring your land to see if I could find anything to make crafts out of.
I know a lot about plants and wood carving. You should come over to my place and
see my work. "

His face darkened. "You admit it then. You were trying to steal from me. Since I
caught you before you could get anything, I won't call the sheriff this time,
but don't let me catch you on my land again. You won't get off so easy next
time. "

"Yes sir. "~

Patricia had wanted to tell the bitter man where he could put his land, but she
held her tongue. She wanted no trouble that might put her back inside prison
walls. She also thought he had been handsome with his gray eyes, sandy hair, and
rugged frame. Henry still had Patricia on his mind the next day. He finally
decided to inspect his land to see if he could get her off his mind. When he was
only one hundred yards from his house, he saw her doing something on the other
side of a potato field. He started running through the woods in an effort to
sneak up behind her. His plan worked perfectly. He circled around behind her and
had his hand clamped over her face before she knew what was happening. She
kicked, squirmed, and bit at first, but she soon surrendered to his powerful
grip. He said, "If you promise to do as I say, I'll release you. "

Patricia nodded her head. As soon as he released her, she asked, "What are you
going to do with me? If you call the sheriff, he'll tell my parole officer and
they will put me back in prison. Please don't call the sheriff? I'll do anything
if you won't call him! "

Henry's eyes lit up. "Anything? "

"Anything! "

As he looked down at her, excitement became evident in his voice. "Turn around
then. "

A note of worry edged her voice. "Where are you taking me? "

He smiled. "Worried? I'm just taking you to a clubhouse down in the woods where
my cousin, some of her friends , and I used to play spanking games. All of our
toys are still there. If you let me lay twenty whelps across your bare ass
without screaming, I won't call the sheriff. If you agree to come back and let
me spank you each month, I'll even let you explore on my land. "

"For that I could take forty. "

He patted her ass. "You have a beautiful round ass. I don't want to do permanent
damage to it. Twenty will be good enough. No one has ever taken over ten without
begging for mercy. I bet you beg for mercy by number twelve. "

"What would you bet and what would you want me to bet? "

He stared wickedly at her. "My stakes would be high. If I have you begging for
mercy, you'll have to stay with me one week in my guest bedroom and cook all my
meals. If I can't make you beg for mercy, you can have whatever you want. What
do you want? "

She reached around to touch his ass. "I want your ass. I want to see if I can
make you beg. I want the chance to lay twenty whelps across your ass. "

Henry gulped. "You do play for high stakes, but you've no chance of winning.
I'll take your bet just to teach you a lesson. Look, there's the clubhouse. "

As they walked through the doorway, Patricia could tell that someone had been
taking care of the small shack. When she saw the English stocks and a pair of
leg shackles in a corner, she shuddered. She said, "It looks like somebody has
been living here. "

Reaching into a cabinet, he said,"I come down here sometime. Can you pull your
jeans and panties off so I can fasten you into the stocks? "

She glared at him. "I don't need any help from you. You're sure in a hurry to
lose our bet and get your ass striped. "

Henry pulled the fishing rod clad in rawhide boot laces from the cabinet and
flicked it against the flour. "If I can't have you begging when I apply this to
your bare ass twenty times, I deserve to have you stripe my bare ass. "

Patricia trembled as she placed her neck and wrists into the stocks. See
shivered when Henry clamped the cold steel of the leg shackles around her
ankles. When he stepped behind her bent over body and stared down between her
parted legs, she shrank inside, but she would've died before she would've made a
sound. Henry saw a strawberry colored furrow plowed across Patricia's ass each
time he sent the fishing rod whip crashing into it, but he only heard gritting
teeth. He knew that she felt his whacks because of the urine that flowed from
between her legs with whack number fifteen, but no sound came from her lips.
When he delivered the last whack, she looked at him with a pale face and said,
"Your turn. Do you need help getting out of your pants and underwear so I can
fasten the stocks? "

His face turned red. "I can do it. "

When she had fastened the stocks and secured the leg irons, he wondered if her
body could be as powerful as her will had been and felt himself grow hard. She
saw his arousal. "Naughty boy. You must suffer for that. You'll get my famous
home run swing. "

He heard the swish as the fishing rod cut through the air and the smack as it
struck bare flesh, but he saw only red. The impact of the rawhide laces against
his balls shot pain through his entire body. Three more whacks had him crying
and by whack number ten, he offered her two hundred dollars to quit. She just
shrugged. "This is more important to me than money. I've wanted to make
somebody's ass pay ever since that bastard framed me for taking that money. I'm
sorry it had to be your ass, but better your ass than no ass. "

Panic edged his voice. "I'll do anything. "

She smiled wickedly. "Anything? "

"Anything!"