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St: Farm boy Wesley Crusher -- Part 5 
  (M/t, t/t, shave, spank, strap, birch, sex, SciFic, ST/TNG)

The following story is fiction.  It contain scenes of spanking and sex.
If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor
(i.e., child) please leave now.  This is part 5 of the story and if you
haven't read the others this part won't make sense.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.  The copyrighted characters and
scenes of "Star Trek: The Next Generation" are used under the parody and
fair use copyright rules and are not mine.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions. E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com


Farm Boy Wesley Crusher -- Part 5
By
Y. Lee Coyote

Acting Ensign Wesley Crusher was in Commander William Thomas Riker's
secured office for his twentieth weekly review and disciplinary session
since was put on the corporal punishment program.

As the Commander finished entering his evaluations into the computer he
said: "Wesley, I think that this CP program has helped you a lot.  You
are doing better and there has been a change in your reputation through
the ship."

"Yes, sir.  I think it has helped me although I would never have thought
so before it started.  How many this week, sir?"

"Ten, young man." the Commander replied looking at the read-out and
accepting the tawse being presented.

Wesley need no further instruction.  He dropped his pants with no more
regard to exposing his mature genitals than if he had been a small boy
stripping for his father.  He positioned himself over the desk.  "Ready,
sir."

The Commander stepped over to the youth, his own rod already swelling in
his pants.  He was now very proficient at this.  He raised the tawse and
brought it down hard on the butt of the young acting ensign.  WHACK!!
As the sound reverberated off the office walls his shaft fully hardened
as did Wesley's.

WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  Then other five backhand.  WHACK!!
WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!

Wesley's butt was uniformly hot and crimson.  Both males yeaned for
sexual release.  The commander had shown Wesley part of the instructions
he had gotten indicating that the subject of CP often becomes erect and
occasionally ejaculates during a CP session.  Wesley still felt
embarrassed.

As the Commander sat down, Wesley stood up and snapped to attention with
his pants about his ankles.  "Thank you, sir.  I will do better this
week, sir."  He was not allowed to re-dress until ordered.

"I'm sure that you will, Wesley."  He handed him a isolinear memory
module.

Wesley looked that the label.  It was a Holodeck program from training
especially for him.  His face lit up and he was elated.  "WOW!!  You got
it for me.  This is great."

He would have continued but the Commander snapped at him.  "Control
yourself, boy.  Corner!  Ten minute time-out."

Meekly, Wesley stopped and hobbed over to the corner, silently, like a
little boy grabbed by his dad when out of control.  He was ashamed.

Riker did some other work.  Well, he tried as he stroked his hard rod
and admired the glowing red ass of the youth standing in the corner.  He
surely wished he could fuck it.  Well, maybe when he transferred.

Pants back up, Wesley examined the label in an adult fashion.  "Thank
you, sir.  When may I use it?"

"We, Ensign.  The orders require that we both use it.  I have reserved
time at 1900 hours tomorrow on Deck Three."

At 1846 the next day Wesley was already pacing by the Holodeck entrance.
They entered together as the computer assimilated the data from memory
module.  It was dark, they stripped and got into their beds.

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

Spank.  Spank.  Spank.  Spank.  Spank.

Wesley started to get up as he had the previous times but he realized
that he was not alone.  Then he became conscious of what was happening
as the computer set the scenario directly into his mind.  

He was going to go on a trapping trip with Mr. William Riker starting
this morning.  He was in bed with the teenaged Tobias Riker who's leg
was injured last summer and thus could not go on the trapping trip with
his father in the winter snow.  Tobias would stay home with his maternal
grandpa, Jean.  He remembered the stern lecture that his father had
given him about how dangerous the forest was and that he must be very
careful all the time.  He was to mind Mr. Riker just has he minded his
own dad and uncles.  The penalty for disobedience was the same -- the
strap.  He knew that Mr. Riker was strict for Tobias had often talked of
his strappings.

Tobias was lying on his right arm and had slipped his own left arm under
Wesley's neck.   Then Wesley felt Tobias' right hand cupping his neither
cheeks which had he had just spanked gently.  "You got a real nice ass,
Wessy; so nice an spankable and great to plough."  He started to caress
it and Wesley reached back to stop him.  "No, No, my little one." with
that he twisted Wesley's left arm behind his back and held it with his
own left hand.  "You must do as you are told, Wessy, or daddy
spanky-spanky."  To prove his point his began to spank Wesley under the
heavy covers and flipped his good leg over Wesley's holding him in
place.

As he spanked, Wesley's rod rose and dueled with Tobias'.  "You'll like
it just as much as ten hours ago, boy.  I'm goin' to spank you until you
beg me to fuck ya."

Wesley had been yearning for a good fucking for months and he loved how
Tobias was treating him. The spanking felt good, no, wonderful.
"Never." he said with mock defiance.

SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  "We'll see, boy."  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
SPANK!!  SPANK!!  "We'll see, boy."  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!
These were harder.

"Do it!" he whispered.

"Do what, boy?"

"Fuck me, Tobias, please fuck me."

And Tobias, the polite host, obliged his guest.  He rolled Wesley on to
his stomach and covered him.  With a few twists and thrusts his hard
shaft forced its way deep into Wesley's welcoming hole.  As he pounded
away, he repeatedly rammed Wesley's prostate and drove him wild.  Wesley
even came before Tobias did.

At breakfast Wesley was instructed to address Tobias' pa as 'uncle'
since 'Mr. Riker' was to awkward and his grandpa as 'grandpa Jean'
rather than 'Mr. Picard'.  Tobias boasted that he had covered Wessy and
that the boy was as horny as a bitch in heat after being spanked.
Cousin Jeremiah's report from Greenville that he though Jake had had him
was probably true.

Soon, Uncle Will and Wesley were being driven to forest edge by Tobias
in the horse drawn sleigh.  There were supplies for a week and two small
people powered sleds to use in the forest.  They were let off when the
forest road became to narrow.

It was a real adventure for the two for them to deal with the harsh
winter wrapped only in fur and wool of the nineteenth century rather
than the wonder fabrics of the twenty-fourth century.  The natural
materials were far less effective and were much heavier.  The actual
carrying of a pack and pushing and pulling the small sleds in the cold
dry winter air was a struggle.

It was getting late and dark as they were nearing where Will wanted to
camp.  Wesley was following Will when he spotted a rabbit and, quickly
and efficiently, pulled out his rifle and shot it.  Will turned in shock
to see Wesley dashing for his kill.  Second later he was returning,
holding his kill up proudly; "Dinner, Uncle Will."  Then he was sprawled
on the snow having slipped on a patch of ice.  Fortunately he was not
hurt and got up.

"What did I say about running, young man?"

His joy shattered, Wesley slogged back to his sled. "Not to, uncle."

"And shooting without warning me is also wrong.  What if I suddenly had
to avoid some danger and had jumped into the line of fire?"

Wesley could not believe how easily he had committed not just one but
two very dangerous acts and essentially at the same time.  "Yes, sir.
I'm really sorry Uncle Will."

"The forest is a dangerous place.  You must treat it with respect or it
will KILL you, boy."

"Yes, sir.  I promise."  Even as he said the words, he was comparing the
danger of his species' home planet with those of other worlds and even
of space.  Somehow it did not seam right that one's home planet should
be so dangerious.

They made camp soon after and had fresh rabbit and bread for dinner.  In
a day the bread would be gone and they would have hardtack instead.
Then they got into the little tent.  It was not much bigger than the
sleeping bag.  As Wesley removed his boots and outerwear he realized
that there was just one bag and asked.

"It's warmer to be together, Wesley."  It was then that he noticed that
Will had pulled the thick, wide leather belt out of his trousers.  "I
will also help you stay warm with this.  Those were pretty stupid things
you did when you shot that delicious rabbit."

There was not room in the tent to swing the belt very far and it was too
cold to do it outside.  Wesley dropped the flaps of his long johns and
knelt.  Will folded the belt in half and strapped him hard.  "I promised
your pa to be very strict, boy."  Wesley could not promise to be good as
he was crying.

They got into the sleeping bag and Will enveloped the crying youth.  He
caressed the hot bottom through the still open flap.  Wesley could feel
Will hard shaft pressing forward his long johns and then felt it force
its way out through the fly.  He caressed it and knew that he was --
after five long month of yearning -- to have it in his fuck hole.  He
turned prone and spread his leg offering himself to his Uncle.  He was
not rejected.

Will positioned himself at the entrance and pressed forward.  He too had
been yearning to do this for as long as Wesley had.  He rode Wesley hard
and soft, fast and slow and all ways until he could not longer hold back
before blasting his load into the happily receptive youth.  Wesley, as
he had in the morning made a mess in his long johns.  Remaining inside,
Will repositioned them so that they were both on their side and
maintained penetration as they slept happily together for the first
time.

For the nonce, neither worried about SF regs.  They were in a Holodeck
adventure and this was not really real.

In the morning they started their mission in earnest.  They set traps
out on a couple of routes that they could cover in a day.  They were
even lucky enough to spot an stag which they shot.  There was great
value obtained between the skin and meat.  The guts were useful for
baiting the traps.  The forest was rich with animals.

By the time they snuggled down in the sleeping bag in the tent, they
were both exhausted from all the work of the day.  Will was pleased that
his charge had not done anything stupid this day.  They stayed close to
maximize the warmth they shared.  They also talked, for the very first
time, about Wesley's previous Holodeck adventures as Will held him as he
had the night before.

This was the first time that Wesley had been able to talk about these
adventures.  As he talked about them and the dreams he had afterwards,
it was clear the there was a hidden part of Wesley personality.  One
where he liked to be a little boy with others in control rather than as
he was in real life often in charge of others much older.

The time flew fast and the day before they were to met Tobias to return
home they hauled the most of the heavy carcasses back to the meeting
point.  In the afternoon, they collected the traps and catch for one
line.  The next morning they collected the traps from the second line.
It was then that Wesley was careless and did not check the ice on the
brook before stepping on it. It fractured and his foot slipped into the
icy water.  Fortunately it was only two inches deep and his boot saved
him from getting soaked.  Getting soaked in the cold with a wind could
be deadly.  HE was very quiet the rest of the day.

They finish collecting the traps and then headed for the meeting place.
As they approach they saw that Tobias had gotten there first, turned and
was already loading the sleigh.  They loaded everything and were some on
the way home.

After dinner, was when Wesley was called to task for his carelessness in
going through the ice Tobias shuddered.  His father smiled at him, "So
you remember what happened, son."

"Yes, father, and even more so how you punished me.  It was not pleasant
-- was the worse  beating you ever gave me -- but I deserved it.  The
woods are very dangerous in the winter."

Wesley knew he was in for some harsh, throughly earned, treatment.  It
was not long in coming.  Soon he was totally stripped and hoisted on
Tobias's back.  The older lad was larger and Wesley's feet were several
inches above the floor.  As his arms were being held tightly, all he
could do was to hang, somewhat like the deer now in the barn, with his
buttock totally defended.  Uncle Will was then standing next to him.  He
had a thick bundle of birch twigs in his hand.  "You must be very
careful in the forest, Wesley." he said as he swing the weapon at the
helpless lad.  

Wesley was unprepared for the stinging pain and yelled.  Will continued
the punishment just has he had three years ago with his own son, Tobias.
A dozen times the bitches struck the errant lad and each time he
screamed loudly.

The birching over, Wesley collapsed on the floor crying like a naughty
little boy.   "Tobias," said grandpa Jean, "you're right.  That boy has
an ass as pretty as I've seen on any of young fillies that romp after
you."

"Not only that, gramps, but he's as horny as any bitch in heat after a
spanking." Tobias said and looking at his grandpa's tented overalls
added with a smile: "Looks like you would like it right now."

While this was happening, Will picked Wesley up and placed him on the
rough wood table.  He yelled anew from the unpleasant sensations on his
raw bottom as he was sitting.  He was pushed down so that he was lying
with his knees over the edge.  Some hot water and soap were applied to
Wesley's virgin bush.  Then with the straight razor he shaved with, Will
began to remove Wesley" pubes.  Unlike with a modern safety razor the
long hairs did not clog the simple blade and soon Wesley was hairless as
a little boy.  Wesley was not in any condition to try to object.

"I think I will." declared Jean stepping over to the table opening his
fly and extracting his erect tool.  He grabbed Wesley's legs and both
raised them up onto his shoulders and pulled Wesley to the edge of the
table.  Then with a might thrust he rammed his rampant rod in the hole.
As he fucked the boy, Wesley was reacting just as Tobias had indicated
and he shot before Jean was even close.  Of course, the mature man kept
at it until he came with a mighty roar.  "I should do this more often."
he understated.

The other two then took their turns with the fuckboy followed with a
blowjob each.  Again, Wesley slept with Tobias who fucked him several
times through the night.

In the morning, Wesley had two portions of fresh man-cream with his
breakfast.  They spent the day butchering the animals that they had shot
and trapped.  In the evening, Tobias took Wesley and his share of the
meat home.

About right after they were out of sight of the farm house, Tobias
grabbed him and pulled him over his lap as the horse continued on.
"You'll be more comfortable this way Wessy than sitting on this sore
butt." and he patted it.  Wesley realized three things.  First that
Tobias had a strong grip and he couldn't get free.  Second, that he
immediately got hard.  Third, this was more comfortable than sitting on
his sore tail.  At home they unloaded the sleigh and Tobais returned
home.  Not long after Wesley sacked out.

He was woken up again with slaps to his butt.  He jumped out of bed
before he was hit again.

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

The lights level rose.  The farm house faded.  The computer announced:
"Cycle complete.  Program terminated."  Wesley and Will faced each
other, naked.  "I'm exhausted, Sir.  That was some trip."

"Yes, Ensign.  We better get dressed."  As they did, the Commander
realized that Wesley was right for it had been quite an adventure.  Even
more interesting was that Wesley really did have marks from the birching
and his pubes were smooth.  They returned to their quarters.

After showering, the Commander picked up some salve and went to
Crusher's quarters.  He used the power of his rank to override the door
lock and was waiting when Wesley walked naked out of his shower.  He
looked so cute and innocent without his pubes.  "I've brought some salve
for your butt.  I don't think you want to go to sickbay about this.  It
would be hard to explain to your mother."

"Thank you, Sir." Wesley replied and he laid down on his bunk so that
the Commander could treat him.  As the salve was rubbed in, they both
though how nice it would be to be fucking again.  After a little while
Will tucked Wessy in as if he was a little boy.  The little boy dropped
in never-never land instantly to relive his most recent adventures with
his real life hero in his dreams.  The Commander watched him for a while
before returning to his quarters.

Seventeen hour later her returned and Wesley was still sleeping.  He
gently pulled back the cover exposing the naked boy.  He was pleasantly
surprised at the way the marks and cuts of the birch were healing well
and fading.  He raised his hand and brought it down moderately on the
boy's bottom.  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  SPANK!!  Wesley
reacted immediately by jumping out of bed as if he had still been in the
Holographic world.

"Stay in bed, Wesley." said the Commander quietly.  "How are you
feeling?"  Wesley lay down again, totally without a care that he was
naked.

"Yes, Sir.  I'm tired, not so much physically, but emotionally.  This
adventure was much more real then the previous ones.  I can still feel
the sting of the birches and the pain of your belt.  My pubes are still
gone.  I wish I could go back and just be a simple boy a little longer."

"I think that you have missed some of the childhood you should have had
by growing up so fast and with so much responsibility."  Will pushed the
boy down so that he was prone and rubbed some cream over his pubes and
the adjacent area.  "This will keep you smooth, boy, for several
months."

Wesley remained quiet as the cream did it work.  He was confused about
what he wanted but loved being treated as boy and not having anything to
worry about.  After a while Will directed him to shower.  Wesley found
that his pubes were now total smooth like they had been less than a
couple years ago.  Will put more of the medicated salve on his butt
before telling him to dress and going for dinner.

At dinner, Will told Wesley that the Enterprise was moving into a quiet
sector so that the crew could operate at a more peaceful level.  There
is an Earth-class plant with some wonderful recreations/resort areas.
Some are designed for fathers and sons to get to know each other better.
I've got a month leave and so do you.  We could go together as uncle and
nephew.

"That would be wonderful, Uncle Will, Sir."

The End

(C) Copyright by A.I.L  May 12, 2001

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