Horse-and-tackle shop

Sergey was a muscular, good looking young man in his 20’s. He was given money by his uncle to pay the bills. He lost it gambling and then lied about it.  And for this, he would pay a very high price!

 

When Uncle found out, he became very angry and told him he would be whipped every morning and evening until he paid back the initial amount as well as the unpaid bills.  He also would have to pay for the whip Uncle was going to have to buy.

 

The next day Uncle took his nephew to the local horse-and-tackle shop and asked the man where they stocked the whips.

 

The salesman looked from one to the other and asked, "Is the horse stubborn and naughty?" He was a bald man in late mid 40’s. With dark goatee and leather outfit, he was an imposing figure.  He smiled knowingly.

 

"Yes, he is," replied Uncle.  He liked where this was going.

 

"Other methods of instruction didn't work?”

  

“Nothing seems to work on this foal.”

 

The salesman looked Sergey up and down. “Has he ever been whipped before?"

  

“Yes, but it hasn’t seemed to do much good. He needs something extra painful."

 

Sergey’s mouth opened in surprise.  The salesman winked at the boy.

 

"Compared to other kinds, horse whips can be extra painful without causing serious damage. Sir, if you need a whip to take care of that... foal, I have something special for you, first-class, finest leather.”  

  

“I’d love to see what you have.”

 

The salesman reached under the counter and brought out a fearsome black whip, coiled like a beautiful snake.

 

Just look at the craftsmanship, long and thick, giving maximum pain with every lash!

 

"Perfect! I'll take it!" replied Uncle.

"Just like that?" asked the salesman. "Wouldn't you like to try it out first? You could see how it suits the young skin of that foal and then decide.” The salesman looked meaningfully at the boy. “My shop space is at your disposal."

 

Uncle hesitated a moment, then decided there was no need to pretend that the whip would be used on a real horse.

 

"Agreed!” Uncle turned to the boy. “Sergey, strip!" he ordered.

 

The young man was in shock. He couldn’t believe his uncle was going to punish him in front of a stranger…like an animal!

 

"Come on, boy, don't make me ashamed of you.”

"He is clearly a very stubborn boy. This whip will be perfect for him," said the salesman.

Realizing they meant business, Sergey reluctantly pulled off his T-shirt. The men caressed his young muscular body with their eyes drinking in the V-shaped back, strong biceps, and well-formed pecs.

 

The salesman produced some rope from a shelf.  With a nod from Uncle, he tied the boy's wrists, and then threw the rope over a beam below the ceiling. Pulling on the end, he hoisted the boy's hands over his head. Sergey was forced up on his toes, his body stretched.

"Whip him when you are ready, Sir. I guarantee he will feel it and he will scream. A whip like this can teach the most willful foals to behave.”

 

Uncle stepped back and tested the long horsewhip. It whistled through the air and cracked against the boy's tight skin. Its bite made Sergey jerk and his teeth clench but he didn’t make a sound.

"Harder, Sir! And may I suggest that you swing the whip up and back before you let loose. This will maximize the acceleration and cause maximum pain!" Uncle did his best to use the proposed technique. The whip sliced clumsily across his back. Sergey jerked and moaned, closing his eyes.

"Perhaps you’ll let me demonstrate? Boys these days need proper handling to keep them in line!" With a nod, Uncle handed him the whip.

 

The salesman took the whip. He whirled it through the air with practiced expertise and lashed it across the boy's broad back and sides.

 

CRACK!

 

The pain was terrible. Skin stretched over ribs burned as if on fire. Sergey screamed in shock.

 

A part of the boy hoped that his scream would be enough to convince Uncle to stop the demonstration and buy the fucking whip so he could get out of there.  He didn’t think he could take any more.

  

The salesman spoke as if lecturing to a class:  "To have its best effect, the whip must be applied not only with proper technique but also in great number."

 

Sergey shuddered at these words realizing that it was not over.

 

"No, no! Uncle, stop this! Are you crazy!?"

 

The salesman clenched his teeth. “Those are very insolent words, young man.  Clearly, you need more correction.”

 

The whip whistled. CRACK!

 

"Aaaaaaaaa, you fucking bastards!"

 

“Such language is unacceptable,” the salesman replied evenly. He turned back to Uncle and resumed his lecturing tone.

 

“May I say, Sir, that quantity and quality are not mutually exclusive.  He definitely needs both a good whip and a good number of lashes.”

 

Uncle nodded.

 

CRACK! A long tearful scream filled the room.

 

"Aaaaaaa, stop, please stop!"

  

"Behave, boy", whispered Uncle tersely. “Take your whipping like a man. Don’t make me ashamed of you!”

 

"One more thing,” said the salesman eyeing Uncle carefully. “You must never give in to the boy's pleading. Begging and screaming are welcome reactions because they prove you are doing your job properly. And never stop before the promised number of lashes have been delivered. For the punishment to be successful, he must know that he cannot influence you and that you will not stop until you decide he has had enough.  

The salesman nodded toward the helpless boy. “Look at this muscular back. It can take a lot. I suggest you drop the word ‘mercy’ from your vocabulary entirely." 

 

With that, the salesman began whipping the boy again mercilessly.

 

Uncle's eyes sparkled! He finally had the means to control this stubborn young man!

 

Again and again the whip attacked Sergey's defenseless body. He cried and sobbed as he dangled in the middle of the shop. People who were walking by stopped and watched the scene through the window.

 

Before long, the whipping was over, but the boy thought those minutes of agony lasted hours! Sergey was exhausted from fighting the pain.  Sweat was dripping off his forehead and chest.  He slumped forward, dangling by the wrists and breathing deeply.   Dark red stripes crisscrossed his torso.

“Does it meet your approval, Sir?  Would you like to take one home?” asked the salesman with a courteous bow. “I realize it’s a lot of money.”

"Yes, yes!" shouted the uncle enthusiastically.

 

"I could also offer an excellent bullwhip, but I would have to order it first."

 

"Please do. I think I’ll need both to keep this young hooligan in line. Would it be possible to arrange another demonstration lesson? Of course, I'll pay you for your time and knowledge "

"No need, Sir. I’m happy to help.  And it would be an honor to participate in training this stallion. I understand how difficult it is to raise reluctant youngsters. Please bring the boy on Wednesday. If you practice every day, you’ll be an expert in no time. This young man deserves it.”

  

"For sure. Thank you!"

 

Sergey couldn’t believe his ears. His back and obliques were a mess. His skin was on fire. It burned so badly that he couldn't put his t-shirt back on and had to walk home shirtless, his red marks on display to all the passersby. 

 

Uncle was smiling all the way home. And Sergey couldn’t help noticing the bulge in the man’s pants.

"Now, remember young man. Every morning and every evening, twice a day until your debts are paid," said Uncle imagining the boy twisting beneath the lash. The man was so horny he didn't know how he could endure even waiting ‘til evening!!!

Forgotten Barn VI

 

Whip story

Read previous part first: <Forgotten Barn V>

Beginning of the story: <Forgotten Barn I>

"I promised myself to eradicate his arrogance. Luke is broad-shouldered and I was ready for him to know what real whipping means. The Lord took me up, handling me perfectly.” He told Lucas: 

‘I should have trained you sooner’ "

"The boy clenched his fists wating for the first hit. This back deserved a good lashing from a very long time"

“The Lord whipped me suddenly through the air. I felt I couldn't let him down. I flew at enormous speed and bit the young back between the shoulder blades. Luke clenched his fists and tensed his body but made no sound."

“Well, I’ll tell you. That never happens to me,” bragged the cane.  “When I bite flesh, boys scream!”

“Yeah, right,” mocked the whip. “Anyway, his stoicism was just a pretence. I knew I was punishing his back exactly as our master wanted it. I was certain that the moans would soon be coming. Nevertheless, I was impressed. It was his first flogging and the first time anyone had ever withstood my punishment quietly. His friends were watching his punishment smiling. They encouraged me to whip him even harder!”

“As I predicted, the situation soon changed. It was a beautiful scene. The enclosed courtyard intensified the sounds I made whistling through the air, connecting with naked skin, followed by Luke’s groans. I must admit that it was my best job in in a while, especially after yesterday’s disappointing performance. I felt my master’s anger each time I cut the flesh on the boy’s exposed back. After every lash, a new deep red welt appeared across his shoulders. The punished boy flexed and twisted with every hit. He suffered most when I wrapped around his sides. You all know I love to wrap around the body and bite the torso of defiant young men. The Lord employed every one of my skills. Soon, the boy was writhing and screaming after every lash. I don’t think I have ever made such nice decorations before.” 

“Abruptly, the Lord stopped, ending the discipline sooner than I had expected. We approached the whipping post. Luke’s back was covered with my beloved red welts.  He looked back angrily at our Master. Just after I tore his skin! I was really surprised that he was not more repentant. With a tight smile, the Lord announced, ‘This evening we will pick up where we left off,’ leaving Luke bound to the post. I was so excited that it wasn’t over yet!”

“While what he had received so far was already the worst reprimand that I had ever given, the evening whipping was going to be our master's masterpiece. When we arrived, Lucas’ attitude had changed. He was looking back terrified. He clenched his fists and flexed his body, but had no spirit left. Tired, his fresh wounds burning, he knew it was only going to be worse. And I knew we were in for something extraordinary.”

“Our Lord silently approached the terrified boy dangling from the post.  He pulled his head back by the hair and whispered in his ear, ‘Shall we continue?’ He stepped back and in one quick, fluid motion I made a perfect first hit. Lucas immediately screamed very loud, not with anger, not with fear, just a desperate animal noise. His tensed muscles, trembling body, and bending knees eloquently communicated his pain. He struggled desperately and I was afraid that Luke might break free from his shackles.” 

“The Lord continued to whip the helpless young farmworker giving him minimum time to recover between lashes. I’d ever heard such loud, beautiful screams and moans before. He begged for mercy, but we were adamant. He had trouble catching his breath. His screams turned into one long wail of agony. His sides were covered with long red lines. On his back it was difficult to distinguish individual strokes, I bit him so many times. Only the best and hardest ones stood out on his tortured back. Soon, he had no strength left to cry. When we finished, Lucas was completely exhausted and near passing out.”

After this cruel whipping in the months to follow, a chastened Luke thought twice before doing anything foolish. The Landlord had a lot of use for him, which included frequent trips back to the whipping post. He instructed Lucas always to work shirtless so that he could readily whip him whenever the need arose.” Eventually, the bull-headed young man settled into life on the farm and learned how to behave during harsh punishment.  After a few years, he left us to marry a girl from the next village.”

“Oh, that's why I never got the chance to punish him!” exclaimed Reins. They were a little disappointed by the fact that they didn’t get to steer Luke during his workhorse mission. “You have our respect, Whip. You can handle even the toughest farm boys.”

“Well done”, added the butter churn congratulating Whip. 

Only the cane showed no enthusiasm.

To be continued... one day...

Brainfog

 

Happy New Year 2026

 

Postponed revenge

Mike was responsible for keeping workers in line. The boss was very strict and never accepted any sign of disobedience or laziness. One guy was troublesome. Worker 4431 was tall, muscular, and strong, but he always found a way to avoid hard labour. Mike often had to pay the consequences of workers' 4431 laziness. Mike tried to clear his name, but his boss saw him as a black sheep and didn't believe his explanations.

Finally, the truth came out. The boss ordered to punish worker 4431. He gave his subourdinate a free hand. Prisoner 4431 was tied up to the whipping post located in the middle of the yard. Mike approached his victim and whispered to his ear, making sure the boss can't hear a word.

"I've waited so long for this. Finally in my hands. Now you will pay for your stubbornness."

Prisoner 4431 looked defiantly at his surroundings, but listened carefully to Mike's speech. Mike drawled his words slowly.

"What does this face look mean? Even tied up on my mercy playing tough? No worries. There will be no mercy at all. I'm going to change your attitude. This whip will bite your broad back and will leave your back in countless marks. Full force.

You could feel Mike's excitement. Prisoner 4431 began to worry.

"No need to rush, we have the whole day. I know you will try to take it like a man. Feel free to scream like the others eventually do when I whip them. I'm looking forward to hearing it".