“Sir, I’m tired, do you have to be such a pushy bastard?” “I was just taking a nap,” Scott said, he was not a bright boy apparently, this having been the first time I worked with him, I didn’t know him all that well. Price’s booming voice and jumped until I realized he was talking to Scott and not me. “What are you doing lazing around back here boy,” I heard Mr. Then, one day, another apprentice, Scott, and I had been working together and Scott decided to go behind the barn and take a nap when we were supposed to be building a storage case for some of the larger tools. I fell into the regular routine and found that there were a lot of side projects that were fun, and the other men and supervisors at the ranch were good men who helped me understand what I needed to do. The first few months passed and everything went well at the ranch. I was still certain I wouldn’t be getting a whupping, so it didn’t bother me hearing this, but it did redouble my promise to myself to tow the line. But, he is a fair man, I never got a whupping I didn’t deserve.” And they are very embarrassing, sometimes in front of people. Price is serious when you get inta trouble, you just get your ass whupped bad. But, I been here four years and now I settled in a bit.” It was hard at first to tow the line and I got a lot of spankings. “Well, when I first got here, I was coming off a lot of trouble and bad luck. “What’s it like here,” I asked Derrick after he showed me around all the niches and crevices of our new place and we had talked enough to get to know each other a bit. The same pastor who helped me get the job helped Derrick get his. He was a guy in his twenties who had drifted around a lot and got into trouble before coming to the ranch. “Good to hear son, I have a good feeling about you.” Price, I remember that and understand and fully agree. That said, I did not like getting spanked, I was sure at that moment that I would never do anything that would allow Mr. Price act like a daddy to me rather than be a boss who might fire me. In fact, it made me feel more comfortable to have Mr. I had understood this at the interview, and since my father spanked me right up to the time I moved out, I was not upset about the prospect of getting spanked. I find that boys who come from farms, like yourself, sometimes have a hard time adjusting to a big operation like this with all of the temptations like being around so many people, and so much going on.” I believe every boy deserves a chance and things can be taken care of in this way, as long as they are not too bad. When you do not meet those expectations, or follow the rules, you will be spanked. “There are rules and expectations of apprentices at this ranch. I wasn’t sure which part he wanted to remind me about, but I waited patiently for him to continue. I want to remind you about what we talked about at your interview,” he said sitting at his desk, his hands on his head, his body stretched out in the big, leather desk chair. “Now, son, I showed you the buildings, one of the hands will show you around the ranch. It had a cozy open living room, a convenience kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. I shared the apartment with another guy who I hadn’t met yet. We had just toured the ranch buildings, and he’d shown me my room, which was a good size on the second floor of one of the barns. He had his arm on my back as he led me to his office.
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He towered over me and seemed to control everything within a few mile radius of him wherever he was everyone bowed to this man, even the pastor. He was a big man in his fifties, not fat, just big. Price, the owner of the ranch said on my first day. Being young and muscular, all of the hard work tasks went to me at the church.
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I was a strapping boy of twenty, six two, pure muscle from working the farm with my father all the time and all the charity work I did at the church.
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In those days, boys would apprentice at such places and, if they did well, be given a position. Through our church, I got a position at a large and very profitable ranch. Other times, he taught me by taking me over his knee or put me over the bed and gave me his belt. Sometimes he taught me by what he said and did. My daddy was a good man who taught me to work hard and get more out of life than he did. I grew up dirt poor on a small farm that never did well.