Faith shows you to your room

As Faith slowly picked up your things, her gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding eye contact with you. She was still naked, her voluptuous body bare for all to see. Her behind, still stinging from the recent spanking, was a deep shade of red and gently jiggled with each movement. As Faith picked up the last of your things, she led you into the farmhouse.

As she led you to your room, Faith's bare feet padded softly against the wooden floorboards and her naked body swayed slightly, drawing your attention to her plump, round bottom. As Faith opened the door to your room, she hesitated for a moment before stepping inside, her gaze still fixed on the floor. Faith gently placed your things down on the bed and turned to face you, her hands clasped behind her back. She bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say or do next.

"Th-Thank you for your help, Faith," you managed to stammer out, feeling a bit embarrassed by the situation.

"No problem." Faith nodded and smiled shyly. "It's nothing, really. My mom said I had to help you out. Is there anything else you need help with, John?"

As Faith finished putting your things away, you noticed a slight twitch in her buttocks. It was evident that they were still quite sore from her recent punishment. You hesitated for a moment before asking, "Um... do you need some, like, ointment or something for your bottom? It looks like it still hurts."

Faith's face turned a deeper shade of red as she realized what you were asking her. "Oh, no. I'm not allowed any ointment after a spanking." She shook her head. "My mom says it's part of the punishment, and that it helps me remember to behave better in the future."

You shake your head in disbelief. "That doesn't seem very fair. Your bottom looks pretty sore from that spanking." You point out the obvious. "You should at least be allowed to rub it or something."

Faith's face turns an even deeper shade of red as she shakes her head vigorously. "But my mom is really strict about that. She says rubbing it is like taking away the lesson of the spanking. Besides, it's not like I haven't had worse spankings before and it's not like I don't deserve it. I guess I'll just have to tough it out."

"Well, if you're sure..." You trailed off, not wanting to press the matter further. "Thelma does that every time you disobey her?" you asked in a hushed voice, shocked at how strict the disciplinary methods were here on the farm.

"Oh yes, every time," Faith nodded solemnly. "She says it's the only way for me to learn my lesson. I've gotten used to it now, but it still stings pretty bad sometimes." She looked down at her bare bottom, still glowing red from the spanking she had just received. "But like I said, I deserve it. I've been a brat lately, sneaking out and doing dangerous things."

You look at Faith, who has just finished putting your things away. She's still wearing nothing, her voluptuous body bare for you to see. As you admire her figure, you can't help but notice the twin moons on her plump bottom, red and glowing from the recent spanking she received. You notice the whip scars that crisscross her back, some older and faded, others still fresh and red.

"Faith, can I ask you something?" You start, your voice hesitant.

"Of course, John. What's on your mind?" Faith answers, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

"Why do you have all those whip scars on your back?" You point to the scars on her back, unable to hide your shock.

Faith shrugs, her shoulders lifting slightly. "I've been getting them for years," she begins hesitantly. "When I was younger, I used to be really wild and stubborn. My parents tried everything to get me to behave, but nothing seemed to work. One day, they decided to try something different. They took me out to the barn, where they had a whip hanging from a nail. They told me that if I didn't start behaving, they would have to use it on me. Of course, I thought they were bluffing. So I kept pushing my limits, sneaking out and causing trouble. But they weren't. The first time they used it, I was shocked. The pain was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My back felt like it was on fire, and every move I made just made it worse. After that, they threatened to use the whip on me more often if I didn't behave. Sometimes it hurts really bad, and there are even a few times where I've passed out from the pain."

"Yeah, that sounds rough," you say, still trying to wrap your head around the harsh discipline meted out on the farm.

Faith nodded, her bottom still stinging from the recent spanking. "It is rough, but I guess it had to be done," she says softly.

"Let's get you something to wear."

"I'm not allowed to wear clothes," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not even underwear."

As you heard Faith's words, you couldn't help but feel a mix of shock and curiosity. She's always naked? You thought to yourself. That's unusual. You glanced down at her bare feet, which were calloused from long hours of work on the farm.

"Seriously? But why?" you asked, unable to hide your shock.

Faith shrugged again, looking away.

"I guess it's just their way of keeping me... disciplined," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "My parents believe that if I'm always naked, it reminds me that I can't hide anything from them. It helps me remember my place and keeps em humble." She glanced down at her reddened bottom, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Well, I guess we'll have to get you used to seeing me without any clothes then." She shrugs, her shoulders lifting slightly. "It's not like I have much choice in the matter. I've gotten used to it."

"Well, that's... interesting. It's not that I mind seeing you without clothes," you say, trying to reassure her. "I bet all the boys at school are going to love this."

Faith laughed softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "Oh, they've seen it all before. They're probably used to seeing girls without clothes. Besides, I'm used to it." She shrugged, her bare shoulders lifting slightly.

"Faith, can I ask you something else?" You begin, your voice soft and hesitant. Faith tilts her head slightly, a curious expression on her face. "Sure, what's on your mind this time?" She asks, her voice still soft. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry.

"Faith, um... do you like the way it feels when Thelma spanks you with that belt?"

Faith looked at you, her eyes widening in surprise. "Well, I mean... it hurts like hell, but I guess in a weird way, it kind of turns me on," she admitted in a hushed voice.

You nodded, your eyes fixed on her bare bottom. "I see," you said softly. "So, you like the pain?"

Faith shrugged, her shoulders lifting slightly. "I don't know if it's the pain or the humiliation of being spanked in front of everyone," she mused. "I even started sneaking the belt out of their room and using it on myself, because I felt like I needed the pain to keep me in line."

"Faith," you started hesitantly, trying to find the right words to ask. "May I... touch your back?" You ask softly, gesturing towards her whip scarred back.

Faith looked at you, her eyes widening in surprise. "Well, I guess it's okay," she said hesitantly. "But just don't go too hard or anything." She turned around slowly, giving you a clear view of her bare back. The scars from the whip were raised and red, some fresh and others old. "John," she started to say as she saw your eyes roaming over the scars on her back. "Don't just look at them. Touch them," she ordered, her tone firmer now.

You reached out tentatively, your fingers tracing the ridges of the scars on her back, feeling the rough texture of Faith's skin beneath your fingertips. She let out a soft gasp, her eyes closing briefly before opening again. "That feels kind of nice," she admitted in a hushed voice. Faith let out a soft gasp as you ran your fingers over the whip scars, her back arching slightly.

"They're really painful, huh?" You asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper, reaching out to gently trace one of the scars with your finger. "Do they still hurt?"

Faith let out a soft groan, her back arching slightly as you traced one of the whip scars. "It's not like I don't get used to the pain," she said softly. "But it never really goes away, you know? Every time I move, or even just stand there, I can feel it."

"Faith," you begin, your voice soft and hesitant. "May I... touch your bottom?" You ask, your gaze fixed on the fresh red marks left by the belt.

"Well, I guess it's okay," she replied softly. She let out a soft gasp as you reached out to touch her sore bottom. "They hurt like hell," she admitted in a hushed voice.

"I can imagine," you say softly, running your fingers gently over the tender skin. You can feel the heat emanating from her backside, and the welts from the belt are already starting to feel hard and raised.

"It feels kind of good when someone touches it," she whispered, her eyes closed in pleasure. "Even if it is a little painful." She turned around, her eyes meeting yours.

You looked into her eyes, feeling a mix of emotions. "You know, Faith," you said softly, "I've always been curious about spanking. If it's okay with you, I'd like to try spanking you."

Faith hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between your eyes. "Spank me?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, if you want to, I'm not gonna stop ya," she said softly, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "But just because I like the pain and all, doesn't mean I'm begging for it or anything." She shrugged, her shoulders lifting slightly.