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"Faith, help John put her things in her room. Then, I want you to show her around the farm and introduce her to all the animals." Shouted Thelma.

Faith rolled her eyes. "Mom, it's fine. John can put her things in her room by herself." As Faith spoke, her tone held a hint of irritation towards her mother.

"No, Faith, I want you to help her," Thelma insisted, her tone stern. "John is our guest, and we want her to feel welcome. Plus, it's not like it's a difficult task." As Faith seemed to be pouting, Thelma leaned in close and gave her a gentle slap on the behind. "Faith, young lady! No pouting!"

You blush slightly and quickly try to assure Thelma that you can handle your things. "It's no problem, really. I can put them away myself."

Thelma waves away your protests and grins. "Oh, it's no trouble at all! Let us help you make yourself feel right at home. It's not every day we have a new visitor here at the ranch." As Thelma spoke, she watched as Faith rolled her eyes again. Thelma grabbed hold of Faith's right ear and pulled her in close. "Faith, young lady," Thelma began, her voice stern but filled with concern. "I'm disappointed in you. You know better than to disobey your mother." She paused for a moment, looking into Faith's eyes. "Now, bend over and touch your toes."

Faith hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly and lowering herself into the position. As Faith bent over, her muscular thighs tensed slightly and her bare bottom jiggled slightly as it was presented to you in a clear view. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal. You couldn't help but notice the red marks on her plump cheeks and multiple whip scars on her muscular back, a clear sign of recent punishment, only served to make her more appealing.

Thelma took this opportunity to explain, "You see, Faith here, she's a bit of a handful. She loves to explore and do things her own way. Sometimes, she needs a little reminder to behave. Now, young lady, I'm going to give you a good hard spanking." As Thelma took off her belt, the leather made a distinctive swishing sound.

Faith felt a sharp slap across her exposed, naked bottom as the leather belt met her plump, pink cheeks. A loud *SMACK* echoed as Faith let out a small gasp, the sudden sting of the spanking causing her eyes to water. As Thelma continued to spank Faith, the leather belt made a rhythmic *SWAT-SWAT-SWAT* sound against her bare bottom. Faith yelped and squealed with each stinging slap.

Thelma was determined to get her message across to Faith, her voice stern but filled with concern. "This is a family, and we have rules. If you break them, there are consequences."

Faith yelped and squealed even louder, feeling the stinging burn on her already-sensitive bottom. "Ouch! Mom, please... that hurts!" she protested, trying to catch her breath.

"I know it does, young lady." Thelma's voice was firm and unwavering as she continued to spank Faith, the leather belt cracking against her bare bottom in a rapid fire of sharp, stinging strikes. "But disobedience cannot be tolerated in this family. Now, take this as your lesson."

Faith yelped and squealed louder as Thelma's belt struck her bare bottom with an increasing ferocity. Her plump cheeks turned a deeper red with each passing moment. Faith let out a bloodcurdling scream as Thelma's belt connected with her bare bottom once more, and tears streamed down her face.

"Now then, Faith. You're going to apologize to John for your behavior."

Faith whimpered softly as she slowly stood up, her bottom was a bright shade of red from the spanking she had just received. As she turned around, tears were streaming down her face. She bit her lower lip and looked down at the ground, obviously ashamed of her behavior. Her tears mingled with the dirt on the ground as she struggled to catch her breath. "I'm sorry, John. I shouldn't have disobeyed Mom," she managed to **** out between sobs.

Thelma gave Faith a reassuring smile, "That's my girl. Now, John, Faith here is always eager to help out. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to give you a hand with your things."

As Faith stood there, her face still streaked with tears, she reluctantly nodded her head in agreement with her mother. "Y-Yes ma'am," she managed to say between sniffles. "I can help you with your stuff." Her voice was soft and subdued, filled with the remnants of her recent punishment.