Flogestone Mayor, City square 1 452042, FlogestoneAndrew Taft
Colonel in the 5th regiment
I'm writing to you to formally complain about the noise coming from the military base. Town citizens living close to the barracks have reported to me that at least twice a week, sometimes more often, they can hear terrifying sounds of soldiers being punished. They can put up with the sound made by the drums and whips; however, the loud screams upset the residents. Each sharp whistle of the whip is followed by a loud crack and deep groans. The continuous, permanent and scary yelling full of agony is really horrifying. One of the citizens compared it to the "howls of wild animals burned alive".
When the wind blows from the north, carrying the noise of corporal punishment, the whip biting into the punished soldiers' flesh and making them moan can even be heard in the town hall. I do have to emphasize that, sometimes, this spectacle goes on for hours, allowing our ears to rest only when the convict is too exhausted to shout out in pain any more. Some people, who have tried to count the number of screams, feel that the punishment is too brutal. When a lady screams, it is something rather normal. But listening to strong male voices screaming desperately and in tears is something people are not used to.
The barracks are closed to the civilians and therefore a lot of gossip and rumors about what is happening there are spreading throughout the village. I suspect the boy who fell down from the roof last week had climbed up there secretly to watch the whipping procedure from the walls.
We were full of hope and pride when our town was chosen to establish the army base. I am fully aware that I have no right to interfere with the army rules. However, as the mayor and in order to protect the interests of the citizens, I consider that it is my duty to kindly ask for a reduction of the level of your soldiers' screams, for the benefit of the village I represent. Perhaps, there is a way to stop punishing soldiers so frequently or you may replace whipping with imprisonment. Should the above proposals be inappropriate, would you consider moving outdoor whipping into some secluded place or basement? I trust we can find a solution for the problem.
Sincerely
Thomas Kenneth
Two young men Alex and Peter were using halloween costumes to assault people and collect money and other goods. They were taking small amount of money.
<Previous part - Forgotten Barn - part II>
"Our master passionately loved harsh discipline, hard labour, public nudity, and especially corporal punishment. He punished his farmworkers in many exotic ways. He loved to feast his eyes on their strong broad backs and naked asses. And when that ass or back was nicely reddened, he was in heaven!”
“Oh, this is my idea of heaven as well,” said Cane. “You won’t believe what I have experienced with our master. I can’t count how many times he tied up thieves, farmworkers, and army cadets and forced them to bend over. That’s when I came into action. There were many screams, moans, and cries when I was doing my work. They all got what they deserved. The Master spared no one. Some boys wept after only the third stroke. Others pretended to be brave and tough, but in the end they all begged for mercy. I don't remember any young man whom I couldn't break. Whether their asses were hairy and muscular or smooth and firm, they all faced the same fate… Me!”
“So true,” Reins chimed in from his place hanging on the wall. “The Master would also use me from time to time, and when we got to work, the sound of lashes on the bare buttocks and back echoed all over the village. So many times the Master unhooked us from the bridle and swung us neatly over a lifted ass. In addition to the crack of leather, there were often suppressed moans and sometimes even crying as we slashed across a sorry lad’s tight skin again and again. We left beautiful red stripes from the back to the thighs. You should see young Sam, son of a leatherworker from the village”.
“I know the lad,” said Cane. "I wish I could have given the arrogant young man a lesson in manners. What did he do this time?” Cane asked, a little saddened that she wasn’t the only one punishing boys so effectively. She never thought that Whip and Reins had such a significant role in training naughty farm rednecks. She used to believe that she was unique.
“He robbed our farmer,” Reins revealed.
“Wow!” exclaimed Cane. “The punishment for robbery is one of the worst! I could feel how angry our Lord was while he used me once before on a thief’s buttocks. That caning seemed to go on forever!” Cane warmed with the memory.
Reins made a small noise of agreement and continued their story. “We were traveling along the dirt road with the hayrack wagon. Suddenly, the Master pulls us up sharply to stop the horses and dashes into the orchard. After a while, he emerged from the trees dragging Sam by the ear. He brought him over to the carriage and told him to strip. The Lord bound his wrist and tossed the other end of the rope over a branch so high that the thief had to stand on his toes. He released us from the bridle and then used us to whip him properly on the back and butt.”
“How much did he get?” asked the whip with obvious interest.
“We do not know,” replied Reins. “About a hundred and fifty lashes or more; We lost count. Before the punishment was even halfway through the writhing boy pleaded with our Master to stop. He was crying like a child and pulling himself up trying to escape from our punishment. But Lord just continued whipping him making him scream and twist his bound body against the rope."
“Master really hates thievery,” agreed Cane. “I can just imagine how much energy he put into the punishment.”
“Absolutely right,” said Reins. “It was intense! And when it was all over, the young man was left dangling from the tree. The master told him that his red ass and wounded body would be an excellent example for others. That’s how Sam ended up."
“Oh! That wasn’t the end of his torment,” exclaimed Cane excitedly. “Before his father came and took him down, all workers on their way to the mill saw his naked body hanging vulnerable and broken. The old leatherworker even gave him a few more smacks for good measure when he got him home. I know because I was visiting his workshop with our Master and I heard the conversation.”
“Oh Sam. What am I going to do with you?” Cane imitated a tearful leatherworker’s voice.
Then, mimicking the Lord’s voice, Cane cried, “Spank the young brat and keep spanking him. It’s the only way!”
“Our Master then gave his friend some ideas for using the various leather implements lying around the shop to discipline the boy. The old leatherworker called the boy over and ordered him to strip again.”
“Bend over and grab your ankles, boy!”
“Trembling, Sam did as he was told,” continued Cane. “I got really excited seeing his exposed red buttocks, but I didn’t get to touch them. Together, our Master and his friend tested several leather implements on his raw cheeks. With every hit, the boy jumped and cried, ‘Please, Daddy, no more!’ Wanting to impress the Lord, the father ignored his son’s pleas and continued to punish him harshly. With an evil glint in his eyes, Master asked Sam which tool he would most like to avoid. The stupid boy picked up the tawse. It was the implement that hurt the most. Master said ‘From now on, this will be your nemesis.’ He nodded at the old man who spanked him with it until the boy was fully in tears.” Cane paused, savoring the memory.
“Tawse later boasted that after his performances Sam could not sit down. And I believe it’s true. Tawse is a very talented tool. But of course nowhere near as effective as I!” boasted Cane.
“The boy should be glad that he wasn't dealing with me!” said the whip. “If I had given him as many lashes as you, Reins, he wouldn’t have been able to crawl home.”
“We all have our talents,” the reins stated quietly.
Matt was a naughty boy. His stepfather had to punish him quite often in order to keep him in line. Maintenance spankings resulted only in a short improvement of behavior. Despite painful spankings after every mistake, Matt got into trouble again and again. After the last painful punishment, which ended only because dad broke his beloved belt on his ass, the boy decided to take action. To avoid the next trashing, foolishly thinking he was too old, he made a list of reasons why he shouldn’t be beaten anymore. He attached it to his report card hoping it would save his butt.
When dad returned, suddenly Matt’s worries had disappeared into thin air. He immediately reverted to being the stubborn boy when he saw the thin stick, which didn’t seem nearly as scary as grandpa’s belt…
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Dad tapped the cane against the boy’s bottom a couple of times, then paused.
Thwack! The cane landed squarely across the middle of his bottom. There was a momentary delay between hearing the noise and feeling the pain. Yes, the pain! The initial sting was much worse than the wide old belt. Matt turned his head to hide his reaction.
Dad smiled. The cane works! He took his time to allow the boy to feel each stroke. After the third hit, Matt shouted “Fucking Hell, that hurts!” By the sixth, he was clearly in agony, writhing but still managing to suppress his tears and hold the position. He knew any resistance would only make his punishment worse. The seventh hit broke him. He loudly cried, “No more, please!!!” Dad was surprised at how effective a cane can be. He should have used it on the stubborn boy a long time ago!
Will the cane be more effecitve? What do you think?
(...) Cane nodded her acknowledgement and said, “Since then I have often met Johnny’s buttocks. Master promised him that he would cane him every summer week. And he did! It was my honour to teach this boy what real pain means! I caned him every Saturday night...and I loved it!”
Whip glowered jealously from his place on the wall.
“So what!” said the whip scornfully. “I haven’t been exactly idle myself. When I arrived on this farm, I wondered what I was going to do here. The master's inventory was rather poor, which is no surprise out here in the middle of nowhere! Nevertheless, the Lord found the perfect job to suit my talents. Cane, you only dealt with the farmhands’ butts, but I dealt with the entire male person, especially the backs. I often wrapped myself around the muscular bodies. I used to paint such beautiful red patterns on their naked flesh. It's not easy to punishment accurately when you are as long as I am. But in the right hands my length makes each stroke feel three times more painful. Never underestimate the power of The Whip!”
“That is so true,” said Plow thoughtfully. “Our master was just but cruel. I often saw him carrying Whip at his side. I remember young Matt, who failed to show up for ploughing time that day. Our Owner was furious that he had left a part of the field unploughed. The next morning, I was waiting, ready for work, and what did I see? Matt led by the neck by our Lord! As they approached, the Lord told him angrily, ‘It's your field to plough. It must always be done before dusk. I assure you that you are going to remember what happens when you don't finish your work. Clearly you are going to need extra supervision.’ He told Matt to strip. That's when Whip showed me what he could do”.
“I remember it well,” said Whip. “The young man was chained shirtless to you.” Whip was getting excited. “The Lord watched carefully as the beautiful young man labored all day. To make him work faster, the Master used me to adorn his back with lashes! Every time Plow passed within my range, I landed with a terrible crack on Matt’s back. The boy was helpless to avoid the lashes.”
“Hah," laughed Plow. “He was so frightened every time he had to pass the Master's seat. As much as possible, Matt tried to stay out of Whip’s range, but it was no use. Every time he passed, the lash landed across his body with deadly accuracy. He pulled me with all his strength trying to move as fast as possible, but it only made him sweatier and more exhausted. With each blow, he arched his back in pain. Stopping only resulted in more lashes. The air carried his screams across the entire valley. At the end of the day, Matt looked terrible: grimy, glistening with sweat, totally exhausted, and of course covered with bloody welts. I felt so lucky. I had never been so close to a man’s corporal punishment before, and I was proud that I got to play a part in teaching this boy the value of hard work.” With that, Plow ended his story.
“So that’s it?” chided Haystack. “Not such a big deal if you can only recall one story. Our master passionately loved harsh discipline, hard labour, public nudity, and especially corporal punishment. Women did not interest him at all. He punished his farmworkers in many exotic ways. He loved to feast his eyes on their strong broad backs and naked asses. And when that ass or back was nicely reddened, he was in heaven!”
<Reins tell their story in part III>
Thanks to Strictop for improving the text.
City guards tied Shane up to the whipping post. The Owner ordered "Let the show begin". The city guard unwrapped a long bullwhip. He won against his friend a chance to whip muscular back.
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The historic old village suffered the problems so many other small towns were facing: local industries going bankrupt and young people fleeing to big cities. One day rich businessman arrived and began pouring money back into the local economy. He practically brought the entire town, public services, and all. Some people saw him as a savior and began to call him „the Owner.” As his influence grew, the townspeople gradually became dependent on him and began to submit to his every whim. As the economy revived, new people arrived to take the good-paying jobs. The Owner had become something of a tyrant and the new workers at first didn’t realize the extent of his power. One such newcomer was Shane, a fanatical believer in the Free Market. He thought, he ended up in a capitalist paradise but soon he noticed drawbacks.
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Prisoners locked in their cells listen to new inmates being taught the rules in the prison basement. Prisoner 9734 thought he could make fun of the prison staff. Now he will remember to not mouth off to the guards again. In the days, months, and years to come, prisoner 9734 will take many more whippings as his punishment or just to entertain cruel guards. They will take care of his back making sure he tastes the lash as often as possible.
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