Plain and Simple by CF PublicationsFour stories of spanking and discipline the old fashioned way. Amish spanking and other old fashioned tales.
Plain & Simple
In order to gain insight into the life, 25 year old Anna agrees to live as a daughter in an Amish household. It works, just like the younger children she must pay for her misdeeds with a spanking from, her "father" and his strap or paddle with her dress raised and panties lowered for correction.
Plain & Simple Back Down on the Farm
In which Anna realizes that not only does she love the Amish way of life, but she loves Isaac too. She finds the feeling is mutual, but before the happy couple can get married, Anna must pay for a serious misbehavior with a series of strappings from Isaac. And she must learn that she can no longer be Rachel's big sister, but must become a maternal authority figure.
That's the Way the Ball Bounces
It was a shock to Meghan when she learned that her college volleyball coach kept his players on the straight and narrow by turning miscreants over his knee for bare bottom spankings with a special paddle. Until somebody steals the paddle and Meghan gets her spanking with coach's belt. Then she and her friend must play detective until they find which of the girls was the one to take the paddle, and why.
The Desert Song
Kidnaped by a desert sheik, taken to his harem, stripped, spanked, then later caned. Surely one of the all time romantic fantasies. It's good to return to reality, but do fantasies leave welts on you bottom?
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Plain and Simple (Sample Chapter)
Four spanking discipline stories
© CJ Blais and ABCD Webmasters, 2013
As a young woman, I had always been fascinated by the Amish and the plain and simple way they live and bring up their families. While traveling through Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania, I had visited their communities and seen their horses and buggies trotting along the roadways, with cars zipping around them at breakneck speed. The more I read about the Amish, the more I wanted to write an in-depth account of a 'typical' Amish family over several months duration.
The dilemma I faced was how to find a family who would let me become one of them over several months. It's not as if I could just drive into someone's barnyard and ask if I could stay awhile. The Amish are by and large trusting souls, but they are also wary of outsiders or 'English' as they are called.
I decided to pull into a small Amish restaurant in Indiana for lunch. After sitting at the counter for a while 'soaking up the atmosphere' I explained my dilemma to the Amish woman working behind the counter. I assured her that I was not there to write an expose of her people, but wanted to write a factual account of how they lived from day to day. I expected to work alongside the family I lived with, hopefully earning my room and board.
She thought for a while, and then told me of a young widower with five children who might be interested in some free help over the spring and summer. She gave me directions to the Isaac Gothenburg farm and said I could use her name as a contact person.
I waited until the next day to visit the farm as I wanted to dress as conservatively as possible in order to make a good impression. When I drove my car into the yard, it seemed deserted. Then a tall, dark-haired man in his late thirties with a neatly trimmed beard who was wearing dark pants held up by suspenders, a blue chambray work shirt and a wide brimmed black hat walked out of the barn towards me. I got out of my car, a bit nervously.
"That would be me." He replied solemnly.
He continued, "You must be Miss Smith; Sarah Goshen from the restaurant came by yesterday to see if you had been here yet. She told me that you would like to write about my family."
"Yes, that's true, but I'd also like to work alongside your family, experiencing the true Amish lifestyle." I replied.
"Have you ever lived without electricity or running water?" Isaac asked. "We have no television, radio or newspapers, either."
"No", I replied, "but I have cooked on a woodstove and learned to sew on a treadle sewing machine."
"How do I know that you will write about my family in a fair way?"
"I will let you read my notes whenever you desire, but ultimately, you'll have to trust me to do the right thing." I answered.
"The only problem that I foresee is where you'll fit in the family." he said with a slight smile. "You cannot live under my roof as a single woman, but if I treat you as an older step-daughter, then the church elders will approve. You will address me as 'Father' while you are here."
"Would being a 'step-daughter' make any real difference in my experience here?" I asked.
"Not unless you misbehave, then you will be treated like any other naughty child." He replied wryly. "The children and I discussed your proposed project last evening and we are willing to let you stay with us, providing you work hard and respect our ways. You'll share a room with my sixteen year old daughter Rachel. She's quite willing to teach you the Amish ways; I suggest that you learn more from her than you teach her of 'English' ways" Isaac stated sternly.
"Yes, Sir" I agreed.
"Yes, Father." Isaac gently reminded me.
"Yes, Father." I replied. "What are your other children's names?"
"Joshua is the eldest, he is nineteen; Jacob is sixteen, Rebecca is ten and Sarah is eight. Rebecca and Sarah are at school; Amish children attend school until eighth grade"
"I'm looking forward to meeting them" I replied.
"They are also looking forward to meeting you."
"Now, you will need some proper clothing; you look to be about Rachel's size. You'll need to bring plain undergarments, shoes and stockings; you can get those in town. Buy some fabric for dresses, aprons and nightgowns; you can borrow Rachel's until you get your own sewn. Unlike some Amish orders, we allow buttons instead of pins to fasten our clothing. We will store your automobile in the upper barn; you will not be allowed to drive until your project is completed. You will wear your hair up under a black prayer cap at all times; no make-up is allowed. You will also attend church services with the family on the Sabbath. Now, let me introduce you to Rachel; she should be working in the garden".
"Ah, there she is; Rachel, come here, please." Isaac called out.
A pretty girl in a plain dark green dress and black cap walked over to meet us.
"Hello there, I'm Rachel." she said with a smile.
"I'm Anna." I replied. "I understand that you're going to teach me everything Amish".
"Well, I am going to try." Rachel laughed.
"Thank you for sharing your room with me." I offered.
"I'm looking forward to having an 'older sister'." Rachel answered.
"We need to get back to our work." Isaac stated firmly. "We will expect you in the morning."
"I'll be here." I smiled. "Thank you Mr. Gothenburg."
I spent the rest of the day shopping in town for underwear, shoes, stockings and fabric, lots of fabric. I rented a small storage locker for everything I wouldn't be using for the next nine months and cancelled my cell phone service.
I arrived at the farm early the next morning. Joshua and Jacob met me by the barn and showed me where to park my car (they actually put it up on blocks). Rachel helped me carry all my belongings upstairs to "our" room where I changed into Amish clothing. She then showed me the house which was quite large and comfortable. There was a water pump in the kitchen and the house was lit with Coleman lanterns, so there was adequate light. She and I then spent most of the morning planting the huge vegetable garden until it was time to prepare a hearty noon meal for the three men of the family, who ate quickly and went back out to plow the fields behind the horse drawn plow.
While Rachel and I washed and dried the dishes, she gave me a quick rundown on the daily routine. I was amazed at how much Rachel accomplished as a sixteen year old. She was running the entire household and had been since her mother died two years before. She told me that her Aunt Ruth came to help out with the canning during the summer, but other than that, the family managed quite well on its own.
The first week I spent on the farm was the most difficult week of my life. I ached all over from using several sets of new muscles and I had a difficult time adjusting to the strict routine of daily living. Rachel was a patient teacher and slowly I began to fit in and became more of a help than a hindrance. I wrote in my notebook every evening and Isaac read my notes at his request, which was rare.
One evening, early into the project, I asked Isaac about family rules and discipline. He stated firmly that obedience from the children was expected at all times. Taking the Lord's name in vain or just plain cursing was a big no-no (my words, not his); basically, everyone was to follow the Ten Commandments.
"Father", I asked, "What happens when children misbehave?"
"They get spanked as the Bible prescribes." he replied.
"I see." I asked, "What about older children, are they still spanked?"
"No one, ever, is too old to be spanked; for serious offenses they often have the strap or a paddle taken to them. We 'take them to the woodshed' as the English would say." Isaac explained.
"I've noticed that your children are very well behaved." I observed.
"They have their moments, like any children." Isaac replied with a smile. "Are you going to write that we beat our children?"
"Heavens, no" I exclaimed. "Your children are among the best behaved children I've ever met; you must be doing something right."
"Thank you." Isaac replied. "I do not enjoy disciplining my children, but it is my responsibility as their father to make sure that they grow up on the straight and narrow and know right from wrong."
I had forgotten about that conversation until late April when Isaac, Joshua and Jacob were gone overnight to a cattle auction and we girls were left alone on the farm with the order to stay at home until the men returned. Rachel and I managed to milk the cows and bed down the horses for the night. When we returned from doing the barn chores, there were two young men from an adjoining farm in the yard. They wanted us to go for a buggy ride to the local Dairy Queen, of all places. Rachel and I explained that we couldn't go because the younger children could not be left alone.
"Why don't you harness up your own buggy and take the little girls with you?" Abraham suggested.
Rachel and I looked at each other and all of our common sense went straight out the window. "Father will never know we reasoned as we hitched up the horse to the buggy. We put the girls in the back of the buggy and away we went to the Dairy Queen. We then drove back to the farm without any mishaps, other than driving in the dark, which was forbidden. We also didn't see the bishop of their Amish order, but he certainly recognized us.
The next morning dawned bright and sunny and we girls got the chores done in record time. We were working on a quilt top when the men of the family arrived home. They were in very good spirits as the auction had gone very well. Rachel and I were planning a celebration dinner when the bishop drove his buggy into the barnyard. Isaac went out to meet him and after a few minutes discussion, the bishop took his leave.
Isaac strode into the kitchen and I immediately sensed that something was most definitely wrong when he grabbed Rachel and myself by our arms and propelled us into the living room. We sat down side by side on the sofa; I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and Rachel looked as if she was going to be sick. Isaac was quick and to the point.
"Did the two of you hitch up the buggy last night and go into town?"
"Yes, Father, but I can explain." I confessed.
"Start explaining" Isaac demanded angrily.
I hurriedly explained about the boys from next door and how we couldn't go with them because of the little girls, so we had taken our buggy instead and that nothing had happened on the trip.
"I see." Isaac replied, "And of course, you were home before dark?"
Rachel looked at me and then father, replying "No, Father, we got home a little after dark."
"Did I not tell you both that you were to stay at home while we were gone?" Isaac asked.
"Yes, Sir." we both answered together.
"So, you both disobeyed me, is that correct?" Isaac asked sternly.
"Yes, Sir." we both answered quietly.
Isaac glared at us for what seemed an eternity, but was most likely less than a minute.
"Go up to your room, the two of you; I'll be up to deal with you in short order."