Faith shows you round the farm

As Faith led you around the farm, introducing you to the various animals and explaining their care and maintenance, her nudity was always in view. Her buttcheeks, still red from her punishment earlier today, swayed gently with each step she took. You couldn't help but notice the occasional wince or twitch as Faith moved, her bottom still tender from the spanking she'd received earlier. Despite the discomfort, she continued to show you around.

Faith showed you a tall, wooden pole leaning against one of the barns. "This is our whipping post," she explained, her voice tinged with sadness. "If someone really, really misbehaves, they might have to go up there." She paused, her brow furrowing in memory of her own experiences with it.

Faith led you into the barn, her bare feet padding softly against the dirt floor, showing you where they kept the tools used for farming and tending to the animals.

You couldn't help but notice the variety of ropes and straps hanging from the rafters. "What are all these for?"

Faith turned to look at you, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, these?" She asked, pointing to a thick leather strap hanging from a hook on the wall. "Well, we use those for training the horses," she explained, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "They can be pretty handy when it comes to spanking too. But mostly, they're for disciplining the animals when they misbehave. And these."

She gestured towards a smaller, more flexible whip that was coiled up neatly on a nearby box. "That's for when we need a little more ****," Faith continued, her voice firm now. "We also use 'em for punishing people, of course." Faith seemed so nonchalant about the whips and spankings, like it was just a normal part of life on the farm. "Well, come on then," Faith said, her tone slightly softer now. "Let's go feed the chickens."

As you followed Faith towards the chicken coop, you couldn't help but admire her backside. The tender, red skin left behind by the belt was already starting to fade, but it still caught your eye every time she moved. You couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to spank Faith, to leave your mark on her sore bottom. As you walked behind her, you could feel your heart racing in anticipation of the moment when you would finally have the chance to do so.

Faith led you to the chicken coop, opening the door with a loud clang. She reached into the feeding trough, her movements slow and deliberate, and scooped out a handful of grain. "Here," she said, holding it out to you. "You can help me feed the chickens."

As you reached out to take the grain from Faith, your fingers brushing against hers, you couldn't help but glance down at her bare feet. They were calloused from years of walking on hard earth, but still soft and inviting.

Faith looked over her shoulder at you, raising an eyebrow. "What's with that look?" She asked with a smirk, clearly catching onto your hidden desires. She didn't seem offended or put off, but rather amused and perhaps a bit curious.

Your face flushed as you realized you'd been caught staring. You cleared your throat and quickly looked away, focusing on the chickens instead. "Nothing," you replied, trying to play it cool. But the truth was, you couldn't take your eyes off of Faith's bare feet. They were strong and sturdy, perfect for walking the rough terrain of the farm. "Just thinking about how hard it must be to take care of all these animals without any clothes."

Faith let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at your comment. "Well, it's not that bad," she replied, her voice holding a teasing note. "I've gotten used to it over the years." She moved closer to you, leaning against the chicken coop.

You couldn't help but notice the unusual sight around you. The girls in the coop were unlike any human you'd ever seen - they were part-chicken, with feathers and beaks instead of fingers and toes.

"They're called Chicken Girls," Faith explained casually, as if it were a normal occurrence. "They're a result of some old genetic experiment gone wrong. We take care of them like our regular chickens, only we give them special food and shelter because they're part-human." She smiled at you, a mischievous glint in her eye.