Tim stepped off the tractor having completed cleaning the stalls and adding fresh sawdust for bedding. Nearing noon he walked down the driveway to check the mail which consisted of a bank statement, some junk mail and and from looking at the envelope what appeared to be a greeting card. From Jenn. He headed upstairs to the apartment and made a sandwich and sat down to read the card.

Hi Tim,

I hope you are well and trust all is well on the farm. I am sure it must be quite peaceful since neither Mother nor I have been up for three weeks now. She has been busy with some flower garden projects here and I have been busy at work which is always the case for me.

I did want to share a few things regarding the "episode" at the camp. I will try to keep thoughts organized though they tend to get jumbled up together. So first off- what went on after you left. After Mother had finished your enema and sent you to the bathroom it was my turn as you know. You left with the view of me over the picnic table receiving the enema. Hah! I saw you look! After the enema I was allowed to use the bathroom. Afterwards I took a shower and went to the kitchen where Mother was doing some dinner prep. She suggested I lay down for awhile-translated--She ordered me to take a nap. I willingly went along. After a nice rest I joined Mother who was opening a bottle of wine. She invited me to join her outside. (One thing about mom, after disputes are settled she drops it. Back to normal)

So get this, on her second glass of wine Mother says she was not at all surprised at your actions. She actually found it humorous! I believe her statement was- What red blooded young male would not have taken advantage of the opportunity? You surely must been quite the sight. Can you believe it?

Now, a few more things I would like to share with you. Things from my perspective.

I was not at all embarrassed at being paddled by mother. I was very angry. Angry that she did not hear me out and angry that she decided to resort to spanking me as a result of our disagreement. I was not embarrassed, not until Mother led you from the gate to the picnic table. And there I was my bottom red from the paddle exposed in front of you. And I caught your look. One of astonishment? Of wonder? Of my God, I can see her naked? I felt myself blush Tim. And felt a pang of excitement. I watched as Mother yanked your pants down and was amazed at how quickly you became erect. (Even Mother commented on that! Zero to erection in three seconds!) I think I damn near swooned. Is that the right word? What those southern belles were always doing? I felt myself getting wet. Isn't that naughty? But watching Mother apply that paddle set me off. And I was weak kneed when she suggested I administer your enema. And you accepting it just as you agreed some months ago. You are becoming quite the pet?

After you left I told you I received the rest of my enema and went to the bathroom. And then took a shower. My secret? Now ours. I got myself off in the shower. It did not take long and it was intense. All the visions and thoughts and emotions of what we had been through flooded my mind. I actually had to lie down in the tub for a few minutes. When ordered to take my nap I stripped off and lay naked under the sheet. Can you believe I got myself off again before drifting off for a pleasant nap?

So where does that leave us? Do you remember leaving the camp? I watched as you came out and knew you were doing your best not to look while Mother had me over the table giving me an enema. But you did! And I know you saw me wag my finger at you.

Did you wonder, what was that about? Bet you did. Should I tell you or leave you wondering? Maybe a few hints, something to think about. So you were punished by Mother for your actions. But who do you suppose received the greater harm while you were observing? Who do you suppose suffered from embarrassment, Mother or I? Are you beginning to understand or am I "over your head" again? I am just of the mind that we need to spend a bit of time together so we can discuss your behavior and make amends for you embarrassing me. And making me feel naughty as well. And I believe the best location for such a discussion is you over my knee with your cute little bare ass exposed. What do you suppose happens next?

I have to go now. I will let you know when I will be up next. Most likely two or three weeks. Meanwhile, I know what I will be thinking about. What about you Tim?

All the best,

Jenn

Tim finished the letter and sat back letting his mind slip back to that afternoon a few weeks ago. What an amazing experience. Like Jenn had said so many thoughts, so many emotions and feelings. From scared to embarrassed to turned on, back to embarrassed and scared. And all he was doing was walking back from fishing. Crazy. And it will be crazy again. There was nothing "over his head" in Jenn's card. He knew perfectly well it would be another experience filled with delightful, mean, nasty things. As he headed downstairs to take care of a few tasks he thought Hope it's two weeks and not three.