Put to work

When Lacey arrived at the entrance driveway to her parents land, she finally calmed down. Quickly getting out of the truck, she opened the gate that led to the house, the drove through and closed it behind her.

Back in the vehicle, she pulled a brush out of her purse and used it to fix the mess that was her hair. It was now dry thanks to the windows being down. No she had to hope none of the farmhands were around.

Her father owned over eight-hundred acres of farm land and luckily have the transients staying in buildings well away from the house along with some of the barns.

Lacey slowly drove along the mile long road, thankful of the tall cornstalks on both sides, but soon had to stop because of the harvester stopped in front of her. It looked like most of the corn ahead had been harvested, although she did wonder where the collection trailer was.

Thankfully her father was the only one there at the moment, and when he saw her pull up, he waved at her to exit the truck, something she very much didn’t want to do. When she didn’t, he approached with a frown on his, which morphed into surprise when reaching the driver side window.

“Just what happened to your clothes young lady!” He yelled, making her flinch, at which point Lacey started to spill the happenings of the afternoon. She couldn’t tell if he was mad or not since his face didn’t show any expression.

When he did finally speak, it wasn’t quite what she expected. “I’m disappointed in you young lady. There were any number of things you could’ve done to clothe yourself, but you just panicked.”

“What else could I have do-“ she started angrily.

“Don’t use that tone with me! And there were plenty of things, if you only used your head.” He stared her down as she angrily fumed. “Now! I just finished fixing the combine, but it needs to be looked over before it can be put back to use. I was going to have you drive it to the barn by the house so I can look at it later, while I check on the workers.” He then had that look in his that usually happened when she was about to be punished.

“You know what? That still sounds like a good idea. You’re going to drive the combine, with what you’re wearing right now, and you can’t put on any clothes until tomorrow as punishment.”

Lacey’s jaw dropped, then “Whaaat!”

“You heard me! If you can't keep track of your clothes, you don't deserve them! Now get out, and leave the keys. I’ll take the pickup and go check on the guys.”

Lacey slowly got out the car, covering up her intimate areas as she did.

“What are you waiting for, get going!” And he slapped her hard on the ass, which caused Lacey to cry out and jump into action. “And what are covering yourself for? I’m your father. Not like I haven’t seen it all before!” He yelled.

He then drove back to the house, leaving Lacey alone and standing naked next to the sixteen ton behemoth.