Anna Kretchmer shouldn't have gone into the field to take a closer look at the horse in it. But she knew that the owner of the horse and of the field wasn't likely to be angry if he saw her trespassing. In fact for quite a while now Herr Pfeifer had gone out of his way to be pleasant to Anna whenever he saw her in the village. Ever since she had started developing a figure -- and a reputation amongst the village boys.

Anna herself had also made the most of every opportunity to speak to Herr Pfeifer. She knew that he owned one of the biggest farms in the area, that he was unmarried, and that he spent a lot of his farm's profits on several good looking girlfriends. Anna also knew that Herr Pfeifer's first name was Karl and she wished that somehow she could find a way of bridging the gap between adult and teenager so she could call him Karl too.

Maybe that could happen, but only if she could find a way of meeting him somewhere private; what she needed was an excuse and the sight of the newly arrived mare gave her a perfect one for going onto the Pfeifer farm.

So she left her bike by the gate and scrambled over the bars with those long coltish legs which did such a good job of attracting the boys and not quite such a good job of running away from their avid hands.

Like Anna herself, the mare was a female always happy to be sociable with anybody who might be able to give her a special treat. As far as the mare was concerned her hopes didn't extend beyond a lump of sugar; Anna's notions were firmly directed in the way of something sweet in the way of financial rewards for her socializing. And the way she saw it, a growing girl should be looking for greener fields than schoolboys with nothing in their pockets but pocket money. She had a belief that Karl Pfeifer's fields were exactly the shade of green she was looking for, which was why she was now standing in one of them, waiting and hoping that Karl would show up.

Of course the interesting thing about fields was that they needed plenty of plowing and fertilizing before they could offer up a harvest worth collecting. Being a country girl Anna knew all about that. She also knew that Karl was engaged in a serious program of wild oat sowing. What she didn't know was if she was old enough or good looking enough to attract his husbandry skills.

Well, it seemed was going to be a disappointment. Far from attracting any attention she seemed to be acting like a scarecrow. Not a man in sight, she had no more sugar for the mare and there was no sign of the farm's owner. The horse whinnied in disappointment in exactly the same mournful spirit with which Anna kept glancing around for a sight of Karl.

Finally the teenager shrugged and gave the mare a handful of grass before she left: "I'll bring you something better next time," she promised.

And that was a firm promise. Maybe Karl wasn't around right now but that didn't mean that he wouldn't be here some other time. So Anna would be back. Then she heard an engine, saw a red tractor heading straight towards her and decided that maybe she wouldn't have to return, because it was definitely Karl who was sitting in the driving seat. Anna figured that pretty soon after they'd begun talking she'd know whether it was ever likely to develop into a heart to heart talk.

Yet Karl didn't seem very pleased to see her. Without saying a word of greeting after getting off the tractor he took the tuft of grass out of her hand and offered it to the mare. Then he did something she hadn't expected at all. He reached up with his other hand and nipped her earlobe between the fingers. They were strong fingers and their crushing strength made her gasp in pain.

"Right, young Anna," He said briskly, "What are you doing on my farm without permission? Not only are you trespassing but you're interfering with a very valuable animal. I think I'm going to have to tell your parents about this -- maybe even the police as well."

"Oh, please, Mr Pfeifer, I'm sorry. It was only that I saw your new horse and I wanted to come over and say hello, that was all, I didn't mean any harm, none at all. I'm very, very sorry."

"Anna, if I let you get away with trespassing I'd have all kinds of riff-raff wandering around on my land. But I'll give you a choice: you can either have me report you to the police, or you can accept your punishment from me, now. Which is it to be?"

Of course it was just a game to pretend that she could get into any serious trouble just for being on Karl's farm but Anna was happy to play along with it: she was very interested in knowing what sort of punishment he had in mind for her.

"I'll take your punishment, Mr Pfeifer, sir."

"That's being smart. Right, you see down there, where the fence goes into a little dip that's out of sight of the road. Go down there and wait for me. By the way, did you come here on your bike?"

"Yes, Mr Pfeifer. I left it by the gate."

"OK, I'll get it. You start walking."

Anna did as he wanted, though glancing over her shoulder at almost ever step. Karl had gotten back on his tractor to drive over to the gate. He collected her bike and lodged it on the back of the tractor, and then turned the front wheels to head for where Anna was waiting for him. After the noisy engine was switched off he got down and looked at her with his hands on his hips, not speaking. Anna licked her lips nervously.

"Young woman, do you know what 'mooning' means?"

She almost laughed, then put her hands up to her mouth to quench her giggles: "You mean -- like -- showing off your bottom to people? Your bare bottom?"

"That's right, Anna. That's going to be your punishment. If you don't want anymore trouble then you're going to have to show me your ass with your panties pulled down."

This time Anna did giggle through her fingers. The questions she'd wanted answered had been dealt with quickly enough. She now knew exactly whether Karl was interested in her -- and in what way.

"Turn around, bend forward with your hands together on top of the fence post. And think yourself lucky that I'm not making you do this somewhere where you might be seen from the road."

'Yeah, sure,'Anna thought. 'The only seeing you want is seeing if you can fuck me, and afterwards we'll see who's making threats about talking to my parents and the cops'.

But what she said was: "Yes, Mr Pfeifer", and then she leaned forward the way he'd told her to.

The post had tiny little splinters in the top of it which made her palms itch as she put her weight on them. The sun suddenly seemed a lot warmer on her back; even so, Anna shivered the farmer moved in behind and his knuckles brushed against the sides of her legs.

"Oh!"

"Don't worry, Anna, I'm only lifting up your skirt over your back."

Now the sun's rays were falling on the tops of her thighs, stroking wide areas of flesh which had been hidden beneath her skirt, and she could hear Karl's heavy breathing as he looked at what he'd uncovered.

"Mmmm . . . you're growing up fast, Anna. You have a great pair of legs."

"Thank you, Mr Pfeifer." She hesitated, then asked: "If you're going to pull my panties down, can I call you Karl then?"

He laughed. It was a gruff sound, like a big guard dog barking once: "OK, Anna. As soon as your pants are down you can say ""Thank you, Karl"".

She did giggle then: "Yes, Mr Pfeifer."

"Right, let's begin the formal introduction. Here we go."

Anna gasped as Karl hooked his fingers into her waistband and eased the panties down over her pert mounds. At first she stared ahead into the next field, watching the grass waving in the wind, but then she felt another kind of wind, a gust of hot breath against her sensitive skin. She looked behind her and saw Karl kneeling close to her as he continued to haul down the scrap of nylon. Until her underwear was on the tops of her shoes and could go no further.

"Now what do you have to say for yourself?"

"Thank you, Karl."

He laughed at her quick response: "Nice to be on first name terms with you, young Anna. I guess I should shake hands but I think I'll settle instead for running my hand over this lovely piece of ass you're showing off."

"No, Karl, you mustn't! You were only supposed to see the moon, not to land on it."

"Fair's fair, young lady. You trespassed on my property, young lady, and now I'm trespassing on yours."

"But you shouldn't!"

"Why not? You're not a farmer if you don't know a nice piece of rump when you see it."

Anna couldn't keep from laughing at Karl's earthy compliment. Then she gave a cry of pained surprise as his hand slapped down hard on the same pad of taut flesh he'd just been caressing so gently.

"Karl, that hurt," she whined.

The farmer's work hardened palm resumed its soft stroking, as if he was calming a frightened animal. "Your punishment isn't over yet, Anna. You've got a beautiful little ass here, girl. And I'm a guy who has a need to spank every beautiful ass which comes my way."

END OF PART ONE

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