Art - Fleeing The Farm Girls

"Fleeing The Farm Girls"

I started on this one a long time ago, but could never get the lighting right. I wanted it to be a bright sunny day on a big open farm property, but it always came out too dark or too 'shadowy'.

A recent email correspondence with the talented RedRump prompted me to return to this piece and try to finally finish it to a point I was happy enough to post it publicly. While the shadows aren't perfect, I hope it meets with approval, and conveys the situation and emotions I was aiming for.

I actually first began this one over a year ago, after a chat with a friend named Strnggyrl. Her F/M fantasies occasionally involved overpowering and sometimes even "chasing down" a man who was trying to escape his punishment, which struck a chord with me and some very old (teenage!) "chased, caught and spanked" fantasies of my own.

Thus, with this artwork, I wanted to capture the sense of desperate fear (him) and relentless determination (her). The idea that he's trying to outrun a woman (or in this case, two women) who are clearly physically superior and fitter than he is, was the basis for the work. For some reason, big strong farm girls were the first thing I thought of as suitable 'pursuers'!

Although here he's already been given something of a 'whipping' with those switches already (and has already lost his pants in the process!), his tears are as much born of frustrated terror as of the pain of those weals; he knows he's not going to get away from this. Every time he glances in wide-eyed terror over his shoulder, they're gaining on him. He's running as fast as he can, heart pounding and legs burning with effort... but it's only a matter of time before he's caught and given the rest of the switching he has in store.

Perhaps, in his desperation to escape he'll stumble and fall to the dusty ground, much to the amusement of his pursuers? If not, one (or both) will likely tackle him roughly into the grass, easily pinning and restraining his frantic struggles.

No matter how it happens, though, he will be caught. Then it will be time for the switch. Again.

Held wriggling face down in the dirt, perhaps sat astride by one girl while the other switches his squirming bare backside? Maybe held firmly across their bare-legged laps, as they sit on a nearby tree stump; switched by one while the other watches in amusement. Or perhaps they'll drag him to his feet and over to the fence, where one can hold him bent over the rough wooden railing while the other mercilessly switches his buttocks and thighs?

Of course, they'll both take a turn - perhaps several turns - each with their switches. That is, unless they decide to fetch some rope from the barn and tie him to the fence or over a hay bale, so they can both switch him simultaneously (ouch)!

If you hadn't noticed by my stream-of-consciousness rambling here, I've got a bit of a 'thing' for 'farm girl fantasies' (the partial subject of my chat with RedRump that made me remember and finally finish this piece). I'm also a big fan of 'Daisy Dukes' (that is, denim cutoff short-shorts) in fashion for women. Of course, the two go together perfectly, in my mind.

Even the youngest rural/farm girls I've know have been fairly 'old fashioned' in their values, so I can totally believe in a scenario where a trespasser, 'scrumper', peeping tom (spying on them while they took an outdoor shower behind the farmhouse?) or lazy farmhand gets himself taken out to the barn or woodshed for a spanking, paddling or belt-whipping by these no-nonsense country women!

But what could be more 'outdoorsy' and 'country-style' for discipline than the dreaded switch?

I'll confess that I've never actually been switched in my life and that the thought actually kind of scares me from what I've heard, seen and read! Still, I've often fantasized about what a "go cut a switch" type spanking scenario would be like... and nine times out of ten, my imagined scenario somehow involves big, strong, healthy, 'old fashioned' country gals, too.

I somehow doubt these girls would show much pity or mercy on a spoiled city-slicker who's not used to 'country style discipline', either! Especially if he was to try and run away from his fate...

EDIT: I took to heart some of the comments here and changed his footwear to something less appropriate to running. Also, it made more sense to me on reflection that if they'd removed his pants completely, they'd have likely had to remove his shoes too (and a hasty attempt to flee would give no time for him to stop and put them back on).