It was a gorgeous morning on the farm. Jenn glanced at the clock, 11 AM, she needed to get moving to get to the store for items for dinner. Washing out her coffee cup she took her list and headed to the barn to ask her mother if there were any items she would like. As she approached the open back entrance she heard an unmistakable sound. That of a leather strap landing on a bare bottom. As she stepped into the barn Jenn took in the scene before her.

Tim was bent over the hay bales with his pants around his knees his ass striped from the strapping he was receiving. Mrs. G looked her way before applying another stroke of her strap.

"Mother, what did he do?"

Mrs. G turned, "He was careless about closing the pasture gate properly. I came out to find Rebel was loose and wandering around. The gate halfway open. The horse could have wandered out into the road!" With that she turned to land the strap again as Tim grimaced from the pain.

"Mother, Stop! Stop immediately." Jenn stepped into the stall between her mother and Tim. "Tim what time did you put the horses out?

"About quarter after eight, Maam."

"So pretty much the usual time. Tim, pull your pants up. Now Mother, did you not tell me you were going to take a walk across the pasture to see if the raspberries were ripe? I believe that was somewhere around nine-thirty or ten."

Mrs. G looked over to Tim. "I am so sorry."

"As you should be Mother. Did you ask him about it?"

"Well yes I did. He told me he thought he had fastened it properly. But Rebel was out and it seemed obvious. Tim, again I am so very sorry."

"Mother you used the gate and failed to fasten it correctly. So. I think you need to take Tim's place."

"Whatever do you mean?" Mrs. G asked looking a bit confused.

"You determined that being careless with the gate required a strapping for Tim. Shouldn't the same apply to you? And add to that you were punishing Tim for your mistake. That seems deserving of the strap as well." Jenn gave her a questioning look.

Tim looked to Jenn, "I think I should leave."

"No Tim. you need to remain. No argument."

"Mother, I got it good from you awhile back for being disrespectful. Tim witnessed that himself and then he got it too. You have been disrespectful to Tim. Will you be a hypocrite or will you accept consequences the way Tim has done on several occasions? What's that old saying? What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Mother get over there and bend over.

Tim stood awkwardly not knowing what to think. It was hard to believe what was happening. And he was ordered to stay. He watched as if in a dream as Mrs. G complied bending over the bales of hay for a strapping.

"I believe you have forgotten something Mother. Drop your pants. On your bare just like Tim."

Mrs. G hesitated then stood undoing her jeans letting them drop. Then she slipped her panties down and once again bent over.

Tim's head was spinning. Mrs. G was a much older woman. He remembered his father had said she was quite the "looker" years ago. Tim could see why. She remained attractive without much effort. She had large breasts which she did not flout but were quite obvious when she wore her tshirts. He looked upon her bare ass. Mrs. G had added weight to her bottom over the years but regardless Tim found it more than a little arousing.

His thoughts were interrupted by the first stroke of the strap against her bare skin. An immediate pink stripe appeared as Mrs. G cried out from the sting. He stood mesmerized as Jenn applied the strap repeatedly as her Mother flinched, moaned and at times cried out. He couldn't help thinking "How do you like it Mrs. G? Hurts bad doesn't it? Maybe you will think about this the next time you decide I need punishment."

Jenn paused with the strapping. "Tim, here your turn. She deserves a few from you as well."

Mrs. G turned, "Jenn no, please no."

"Mother, not a word."

Tim looked at Jenn as she handed the strap to him. "Jenn, please. I don't want to. Please don't make me. I wouldn't feel right about it. Please understand." He looked from Jenn to Mrs. G who was waiting for the decision.

"Very well. It's ok Tim I understand. Mother I hope you appreciate what this young man has just done. He has shown you a great deal of respect. Tim I need you to do something else for me. Not negotiable. Go up to your apartment and prepare an enema and bring it down."

"Oh Lord no, please."

"Please what Mother? Please give you an enema? Absolutely." With that she laid another stroke of the strap. Tim, now. Do as I asked."

Tim headed upstairs. Entering the bathroom he pulled the enema bag from the shelf and began to prepare the enema. "I'm fixing an enema for Mrs. G. unbelievable. Surreal feeling. He mixed the hot water in a container with Ivory soap and poured its contents filling the bag. He chose the regular enema nozzle and applied Vaseline. He grabbed a towel and headed back down.

Mrs. G now had her pants and panties completely removed Tim could see as he entered the stall.

"You hold the bag Tim. Mother spread your legs please. More." Jenn delivered a sharp slap to her mother's red bottom.

Tim stood silently. He could see all of Mrs. G now. Totally exposed. Jenn took the nozzle and separated her mother's cheeks exposing her rectum as she slipped the nozzle in place. Reaching over she opened the clamp allowing the enema to begin.

Mrs. G lay over the hay, eyes closed, she was enjoying her enema. Certainly better than a strap she thought. Initially so embarrassing to be exposed to her young caretaker as she was. But now that had passed. Her ass was stinging from the strap. I need to be less enthusiastic about using that. Her thoughts turned to her situation. Would Jenn make her expel here? In front of Tim? Please no. Please please no.

As Jenn stood holding the nozzle in place she watched as the bag emptied. She removed the nozzle and handed it off to Tim. "Thank you Tim. Can I trouble you to clean up the equipment? Then you may go. But first, Mother, anything to say?"

Mrs. G turned, "Once again Tim I am sorry. I will definitely be more generous in giving you the benefit of the doubt in the future. And thank you for not strapping me as I deserved. That will not be forgotten. Jenn, may I return to the house to use the bathroom?"

"Yes, of course Mother. And thank you for your fairness and cooperation in this situation. Now go."

Tim watched as Mrs. G picked up her pants slipping her panties on as she headed back to the brick house.

"Tim, I am also sorry for my mother's actions, but I believe it was a good learning experience as they say." Jenn said with a smile.

"Enjoy the rest of the day Tim."

He made his way back upstairs. Well, can't say it hasn't been an interesting morning he thought. The image of Mrs. G receiving an enema flooded his mind. Damn, I think I need an enema. No, that's wrong. I don't need an enema. But I want one. He washed the bag and nozzle then replaced the enema nozzle with the white douche nozzle and filled the bag. He hurriedly stripped and grabbing a towel and Vaseline he went to his bed. Hanging the bag from the stand, lying naked he applied Vaseline to both the nozzle and his bottom. Closing his eyes he slipped the nozzle in full length. He released the clamp allowing the enema to flow. There in his mind again, the image of Mrs. G bent over receiving an enema. His hand moved down to grasp his erection. This will not take long he thought with a smile.