My name is Rick. When I was a small child growing up, my parents didn't have time for me in the summer, when I was out of school. So I spent my summers living with my Grandmother Jones. At least, that is what I always called her. Even when I became an adult, she was always Grandmother Jones to me. She lived on a large cattle ranch, and her husband was killed in some sort of a ranch accident. Grandmother Jones was a very strong woman, and hired some men to take care of the cattle and run the business, but she was always in charge of the whole ranch. The hired ranch hands lived in their own area near the barns, and Grandmother Jones lived in the ranch house, where I also stayed. Everyone ate in the ranch house, and she also hired a cook, maid/housekeeper, and others as needed. Grandmother Jones was a church going Christian who believed that receiving punishment was a form of forgiveness. Therefore, no matter how young or old you were, everyone should be punished for his or her mistakes. Then the slate would be wiped clean and all would be forgiven. So she had some very strict rules as to how and when the punishments were to be given. If it were a very minor mistake, a person would receive an over the knee spanking right then. If it were a bigger mistake, she would keep track of it in a punishment book. Then it would be taken care of on Friday, after dinner and when all of the dishes, pots and pans were washed. The punishment took place in a shed, next to the house. After dinner, Grandmother Jones would read the names of the people to be punished, and we had to stand outside of the shed, until our names were called. When we stood outside of the shed, we were able to hear the person being spanked or whipped, and watch them crying as they ran out the door. As I said before, even the hired ranch hands were punished for their mistakes. I remember my first summer at her ranch. At first I received a few over the knee spanking, and they were administered over my jeans. Since they really didn't hurt very much, I just did as I pleased, and I got into more trouble. But one Friday evening, my name was read. So I had to stand outside of the shed and listen to everyone else being punished. I was the last one called into the shed, and I was amazed at what I saw. There were various paddles, whips, crops, and ropes hanging from the walls. In the middle of the room were different sizes of sawhorses, some had saddles on them and others were padded. Grandmother Jones did a good job of explaining why I needed to be punished. Then she placed a small sawhorse in the middle of the room and said, "If you are to be punished, I expect you to lower your jeans and underwear, and bend over the sawhorse. You are to hold to the legs on the other side of the sawhorse and remain bent over for your punishment. So do not stand up or rub your bottom until I tell you to. Otherwise, your punishment will be more severe and last longer. Any questions?" "Do girls and women need to bare their bottoms too? Are they spanked just like the boys and men?" "Yes, they are spanked just like you will be. Sometimes the women quickly change into their nightgowns, so they don't have to take off their bulky dresses when being punished. Any more questions?" "I did notice some of the women in their nightgowns. I was wondering why. Now I understand. But one more question. If I promise not to be naughty again, can you not spank me?" "Once you are entered into the punishment book, you will be spanked. So prepare yourself to be spanked." I reluctantly lowered my jeans and underwear, and bent over the sawhorse. I was surprised when I felt Grandmother Jones lower my jeans and underwear down to my ankles. Then my spanking began. First I was spanked with a small leather paddle. I knew what I was going to be spanked with because she showed me. Second, was a large wooden paddle with holes in it, and it really did sting me. The last thing she used was a riding crop. I was hit with that on the insides of my upper thighs. All the time I was scolded while being spanked. The spanking made me want to always please Grandmother Jones with my behavior. No matter how good I tried to be, it seemed like every week I was spanked. During the summer after I had completed sixth grade, I was told that both of my parents had died in an automobile accident. The good news was that I could stay with Grandmother Jones. So when school started, I attended the nearby country school. The school had three main rooms in it, one for the elementary school, one for the junior high, and one for the older high school students. Each room had it's own teacher, and back then, they were all female teachers. Also, each teacher had a desk with a large wooden paddle hanging from it. The school also had a spanking policy. If you got an "F" on a test, didn't study, or disrupted the class, you were spanked in front of the class. For the boys it meant both your jeans and underwear was pulled down, and for the girls, their dresses were pulled up and they were spanked over their thin panties. When I started school, I also found out that a girl about three years older than myself, also attended school and we walked and talked together everyday. Her name was Alice. I guess she was a daughter of one of the women who worked in the house. I wasn't doing so well and was being spanked a lot so I asked Alice to help me and to sort of tutor me. She agreed to it only if I accepted being spanked by her, if I didn't study, and if was okayed by Grandmother Jones. So it was really embarrassing for me when we approached Grandmother Jones one evening and Alice had me ask her, "Would it be okay if Alice were to tutor me, and spank me as needed?" I was actually happy that she agreed, but she added, "I would also like to supervise your spanking by Alice, and your spanking would take place in the shed. You would be spanked just like I spank you." I was actually hoping I would be spanked over my jeans, but I agreed to it. So it was really embarrassing when I was taken to the shed and spanked by Alice, while Grandmother Jones was watching and making sure I was well spanked. It did teach me to respect how strong women can be. Being tutored and spanked did help my grades and help me study. Although Alice was spanking me, we did have a good relationship with each other. After Alice graduated, she still tutored and spanked me while working in the house for Grandmother Jones. But age took a toil on Grandmother Jones, and to my surprise, Alice was given the task of the discipline for the ranch. With Grandmother Jones' supervision, she spanked and whipped the staff every Friday night. After high school, and because I was so good in math, thanks to the spankings from Alice, I went to college at a nearby city. During college, I did date a few women, but they were never as strong and powerful as Alice and Grandmother Jones. However, during my summers off, I still stayed in the house at the ranch. I eventually learned almost every job at the ranch, but I was still subject to spankings from Alice. We spent our spare time together and entered into a more physical relationship. I was so good with numbers that I got a degree in accounting, and since I knew the day-to-day operations of the ranch, I was able to change things so the ranch was making a nice profit. Grandmother Jones liked the changes I made in the ranch and my growing relationship with Alice. But during the summer after I graduated from college with a degree in accounting, Grandmother Jones' health was failing her. Alice was now in charge of running the whole ranch and for caring for Grandmother Jones. I kept improving the operations of the ranch, and I cared for her too. It was nice for me because now I was close to the two women I had grown to love. In the final days of her life, we employed a full time nurse and had a doctor close by. After Grandmother Jones died, we had a nice funeral for her, and she was buried on a hill on the ranch. When her lawyer read her Last Will & Testament, I was very happy at what she wanted done with her estate. She requested that Alice get half the estate and her grandson Rick, me, would get half the estate. She wrote that she hoped that we would get married and run the ranch together as a couple. I was also suppose to use Grandmother Jones' wedding rings, if Alice accepted to marry me. Then the last part of the will was sort of interesting. If I were to accept the gift from Grandmother Jones, that I should ask for Alice's hand in marriage, and ask Alice to seal the deal with a trip to the shed for a spanking from her. I felt Grandmother Jones was still supervising my spanking from above. So now everything worked out well, thanks to my beloved Grandmother Jones. Alice and I are happily married and now owner's of the ranch.