tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48877766918627965372024-03-13T12:17:52.318-07:00Under the whipThis blog contains male-male whipping, spanking and other punishments. All stories and images have no connection to the real world and exist only in fantasy. This page is only for viewers 18+ or any other "legal" age. If you enjoy my blog, do not hesitate to contact or give feedback.Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-83495670721270821432024-03-12T14:46:00.000-07:002024-03-12T14:46:36.343-07:00Once Upon a Time in the West<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNZATBFkpTYl6zZJiCv3S8E16OnOp7jM-9d7HcLb3lOqaNWfp9-fo5EjBKSfeB9Wmcva46PWAxZ6as1G16D8tE0IffcQIlT_I40pbnbixev69VkfDigiWiXuy1uWsLC0lHUe00GVFgPFpGh4f74szb5F9xwu0P-eHU3LEon5yfSi9XCHLxDQ99u5tHAs/s1103/dojumy.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1103" data-original-width="780" height="901" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYNZATBFkpTYl6zZJiCv3S8E16OnOp7jM-9d7HcLb3lOqaNWfp9-fo5EjBKSfeB9Wmcva46PWAxZ6as1G16D8tE0IffcQIlT_I40pbnbixev69VkfDigiWiXuy1uWsLC0lHUe00GVFgPFpGh4f74szb5F9xwu0P-eHU3LEon5yfSi9XCHLxDQ99u5tHAs/w637-h901/dojumy.png" width="637" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-2793054124143505562024-01-10T13:25:00.000-08:002024-01-10T13:25:46.948-08:00Slave's Fate VIII<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This number! Marcus Vincius' Annual Stone Festival!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Walk among the columns</li><li>Enjoy the view</li><li>Choose your tool</li><li>Torment them</li><li>Take pleasure</li></ol></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHXaY7on59KI3giBq9MczVTSX_gdtDjrMJcm9Y1mr6TRALP0-fSshTs6QvRix0pRSRBoSE8EL1r0YFdW1aHUN45FFtHDvvLjcd7-NxEiVzvJSCHOI8HEmW5VO2kPQhAFOhX-25XILZBg8GYXppuAvKGCF-xTFkIIY5P1TsfiJCc6tnfyjuYm1BENWqpc/s1120/SLFATE_08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Slave's Fate Cover" border="0" data-original-height="1120" data-original-width="794" height="843" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGHXaY7on59KI3giBq9MczVTSX_gdtDjrMJcm9Y1mr6TRALP0-fSshTs6QvRix0pRSRBoSE8EL1r0YFdW1aHUN45FFtHDvvLjcd7-NxEiVzvJSCHOI8HEmW5VO2kPQhAFOhX-25XILZBg8GYXppuAvKGCF-xTFkIIY5P1TsfiJCc6tnfyjuYm1BENWqpc/w598-h843/SLFATE_08.jpg" title="Cover" width="598" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-43441026183726204292023-12-31T14:00:00.000-08:002023-12-31T14:00:00.131-08:00Happy New Year<p>It's been a while since I posted something here. I have more ideas than chances to draw and write. In this special day, I'm giving my voice to the... </p><p>Prison Governor:</p><p style="text-align: justify;">"As my gift for the coming year, I am presenting you a special routine for 2024. As of 1st January, besides common hard labour and ordinary punishments for laziness, offenses, and minor mistakes, I have established preventive treatments. Everyone will be whipped hard at least once in two months to keep you in line. Happy New Year! Let’s celebrate! On this special day, prisoner 4521 will be flogged. He is muscular and strong. His broad back is perfect for taking a countless number of lashes. You may carry out the sentence. Whip him with no mercy long and hard.</p><p>"With pleasure, Sir", replied the warden.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmn0rO_1pcuxC49UQ76GCWv7ApsyUNO-YYFn8b9VYVfl0iedc9RPpL_LAXSQLSVJIwz1Zz7ZU8sts4-MNBhyphenhyphenbwXxcUTi6hJrsQigROlEpLFuQpM8Ao3XdBriyHtUpchZvY_Vy6cl0putFWoZlnR99ucx8X3HcQHCyKyXljD_mGX5etMuMVwQJTjl4gLM/s1387/New_Year.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Prisoner flogged" border="0" data-original-height="969" data-original-width="1387" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmn0rO_1pcuxC49UQ76GCWv7ApsyUNO-YYFn8b9VYVfl0iedc9RPpL_LAXSQLSVJIwz1Zz7ZU8sts4-MNBhyphenhyphenbwXxcUTi6hJrsQigROlEpLFuQpM8Ao3XdBriyHtUpchZvY_Vy6cl0putFWoZlnR99ucx8X3HcQHCyKyXljD_mGX5etMuMVwQJTjl4gLM/w661-h462/New_Year.png" title="Muscular prisoner ready for whipping" width="661" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-26796711896099105162023-10-29T08:57:00.003-07:002023-10-29T08:57:45.971-07:00Slave's Fate VII<p style="text-align: center;"> Magazine for Masters, No. 243.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJs36sstprOx1d9D4XQ61DRIXIZELpo0WAgygDAZzjTT9NoCsiKBrljcqoibGknkzt60JY3abneSIfEesplMtwF1pZ72S-DdEoR8T32j51NtgFTP0kjhN9VldBrB74zGct9cnpeD_l5rCSs8Vs0Bi2yO7IvO-OGm2IzMx0nvHZv1DfrKBgm0zrHInpIHc/s1071/SLFATE_07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1071" data-original-width="746" height="818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJs36sstprOx1d9D4XQ61DRIXIZELpo0WAgygDAZzjTT9NoCsiKBrljcqoibGknkzt60JY3abneSIfEesplMtwF1pZ72S-DdEoR8T32j51NtgFTP0kjhN9VldBrB74zGct9cnpeD_l5rCSs8Vs0Bi2yO7IvO-OGm2IzMx0nvHZv1DfrKBgm0zrHInpIHc/w570-h818/SLFATE_07.jpg" width="570" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-2598324538329343952023-09-28T12:53:00.002-07:002023-09-28T12:54:27.601-07:00Knots<p> Jake was ordered to whip his friend. He did it showing no mercy.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5dFIFnn4I5OugO-GJ0hS6EjPF9JEiUkYtb9QuqNsKJuGTnQy5yqAad-mE3lbjWO-0pAqGwlyFVbEuj1st4xanbx3tx4N0eZCETbRT-mBy78Y90eDd6Fdgcy8betDcG4qJII8VMBESAE707ZxsomWIjrwz1EX-eR6_ucsxwsmFRiqBOBogUUhrT3hZig/s1113/yea.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Whipped soldier" border="0" data-original-height="1113" data-original-width="787" height="925" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5dFIFnn4I5OugO-GJ0hS6EjPF9JEiUkYtb9QuqNsKJuGTnQy5yqAad-mE3lbjWO-0pAqGwlyFVbEuj1st4xanbx3tx4N0eZCETbRT-mBy78Y90eDd6Fdgcy8betDcG4qJII8VMBESAE707ZxsomWIjrwz1EX-eR6_ucsxwsmFRiqBOBogUUhrT3hZig/w653-h925/yea.png" title="Flogged soldier" width="653" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-38888862628943210712023-08-30T10:11:00.000-07:002023-08-30T10:11:04.164-07:00Slave's Fate VI<p>Magazine for Masters</p><p>Long path of defiant slave. Watch his path step by step and see how he ended up.</p><p>Efficient whips for the hardest backs</p><p>Publius Terentius - from a slave to free citizen, the memories </p><p>Great supplement - Wheel of Fate, Add some randomness to your decisions</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMPb4ubRaNtNPHgjYXKUIFypBiW3Uo--Ql-Z_yUNL412gbJ2gDETznr5PWw4zaBFSP8B8cpug_TGNNJHt8JTD1ADHp7KGhBnbqJ0OOXtzEF_5UKiEyd8iZndUuqu3VngBb8-XHp06pNU7cPiX5tdHZFlzPGpy5Vejo8_xCQdd43KpTpGdqqjlH-GF5PI/s1191/SLFATE_06.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Slave's Fate" border="0" data-original-height="1191" data-original-width="850" height="882" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMPb4ubRaNtNPHgjYXKUIFypBiW3Uo--Ql-Z_yUNL412gbJ2gDETznr5PWw4zaBFSP8B8cpug_TGNNJHt8JTD1ADHp7KGhBnbqJ0OOXtzEF_5UKiEyd8iZndUuqu3VngBb8-XHp06pNU7cPiX5tdHZFlzPGpy5Vejo8_xCQdd43KpTpGdqqjlH-GF5PI/w628-h882/SLFATE_06.JPG" title="Modern slave" width="628" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-84064010190803610022023-08-17T12:06:00.002-07:002023-08-17T12:07:37.623-07:00This will teach you II<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sergio, Maître en arts martiaux, a pris Tony comme nouvel apprenti champion du dojo. Mais Sergio n’est pas satisfait par l’insubordination de Tony qui a un comportement inapproprié avec certains sportifs du club. Un soir Sergio retient son apprenti dans les vestiaires encore imprégnés des odeurs de sueur des combattants pour lui donner une bonne leçon.</div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZQRYhRsFSLCDS41ghL1A16Pd9GGVaYUQ5-_HQZ1E3y1xKl5TILdu2KhEzVI4LtbiHdbzFMPK5LKbFR0wTkuGlly9R4P15a7QzNRpEsBRYd8sZje8vqnwHd58gnvKTedaXxJY9UfrBvEQXF5aCY3m7luvuzOJhqg8UnLI3DltocfthGPChdGpuQhKA5c/s1494/Locker_1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Strict coach" border="0" data-original-height="1073" data-original-width="1494" height="475" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZQRYhRsFSLCDS41ghL1A16Pd9GGVaYUQ5-_HQZ1E3y1xKl5TILdu2KhEzVI4LtbiHdbzFMPK5LKbFR0wTkuGlly9R4P15a7QzNRpEsBRYd8sZje8vqnwHd58gnvKTedaXxJY9UfrBvEQXF5aCY3m7luvuzOJhqg8UnLI3DltocfthGPChdGpuQhKA5c/w661-h475/Locker_1.JPG" title="Strict coach" width="661" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-9647792381498962742023-07-31T14:53:00.001-07:002023-08-05T04:43:09.370-07:00Slave's Fate V<p> Slaves have no holidays.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZ7zvZVwTn2DjzBKfWNyvjMps383SIBYxSs--dB2zm0EmafY9Xcq-q72Q7sVd-6S274WkBmlrB2LLloc_pNM0lhUGGNGd9w7WVzvzWL6PHPOUBsBryxvvLOp7cMjnJajrrbFbpP89GfBDCuGwPOqIlBXQIr_zwGOfNgetzUQ5dfSbIncEvhoFhGn3nJo/s1129/SLFATE_05.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Cover" border="0" data-original-height="1129" data-original-width="793" height="900" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZ7zvZVwTn2DjzBKfWNyvjMps383SIBYxSs--dB2zm0EmafY9Xcq-q72Q7sVd-6S274WkBmlrB2LLloc_pNM0lhUGGNGd9w7WVzvzWL6PHPOUBsBryxvvLOp7cMjnJajrrbFbpP89GfBDCuGwPOqIlBXQIr_zwGOfNgetzUQ5dfSbIncEvhoFhGn3nJo/w633-h900/SLFATE_05.JPG" title="Slave's Fate cover" width="633" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-12566745369346747172023-07-15T11:23:00.006-07:002023-08-06T03:18:28.910-07:00Forgotten Barn - part V<h3 style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></h3><h3 style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Britzka & Whip story</span></b></h3><p>Read previous part first: <b style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><<a href="https://whippedhard.blogspot.com/2023/04/forgotten-barn-part-iv.html">Forgotten Barn IV</a>></span></b></p><p>Beginning of the story: <b><span style="color: #a64d79;"><<a href="https://whippedhard.blogspot.com/2022/07/forgotten-barn.html">Forgotten Barn I</a>></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLMQD22k6m4ZY0Ql5YFh9rLRQIx3152DmfGWjNgnHOjhwOfCLnLGauzkQjw4WCIAm24awHVfDLgrbAkk1FvQ5D6YVXp7lWRlchksurOAz_4kDuO0wh5rxe7eB7BMpuIS-gIw-yObLn39ohm8xjnOPMENdchMnwmc-aD5I3DXPNr8wEBIPec3PJVQdTmY/s863/FAR_luc_4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="863" data-original-width="669" height="796" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFLMQD22k6m4ZY0Ql5YFh9rLRQIx3152DmfGWjNgnHOjhwOfCLnLGauzkQjw4WCIAm24awHVfDLgrbAkk1FvQ5D6YVXp7lWRlchksurOAz_4kDuO0wh5rxe7eB7BMpuIS-gIw-yObLn39ohm8xjnOPMENdchMnwmc-aD5I3DXPNr8wEBIPec3PJVQdTmY/w617-h796/FAR_luc_4.JPG" width="617" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Lucas returned to the manor house, squeezing me in hand,</i>” the whip continued the story. “<i>From time-to-time he stopped and looked at me with hostility. For a moment I was even afraid that he would throw me into the pond. Instead, he hung me next to the door and went to the courtyard. There stood the whipping post. He walked circles around the old stone column as if he were afraid to approach it too closely. It was rarely used because the Lord preferred to punish people promptly at the scene of the crime. But, because of the marriage, that was out of the question this time.”</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“Lucas’ friends - the rednecks with whom he had raged in the carriage - had managed to catch Perlino. They teased Luke and predicted his miserable future: </i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“‘Don't count on any mercy!’</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“‘I think a trip next week to catch crayfish is probably not gonna happen!’</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“‘Lucas’ back will be redder than a lobster’</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“…and so on. But the one who fell off the horse was the most spiteful. He announced that he would be there to watch the whole punishment and encourage me to do my best work, by which I mean whipping this hunk as painfully as possible. Only the old house servant tried to cheer Lucas saying that after the wedding the Master would be tired and probably would forget all about the punishment, which didn’t sound the least bit credible. No one who knew our Owner would believe that he would ever forget a promised flogging!”</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“Lucas was terrified. His friends’ taunts had gotten to him. He paced back and forth trying to focus on the noises coming from the forest. He kept glancing back at me hanging by the door. Finally, he took me down and rolled me out to see my real length. He already knew me enough from the trip to the wedding that he should be afraid.”</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“Then our master appeared.” ‘I see you just can't wait for the punishment to begin’ He looked at the boy in his steely gaze. ‘Patience, young man, tomorrow we will meet…me, your back, and the whip. But first, I must rest. I want to conserve my strength for your well-deserved flogging. Meanwhile you will wait here in the basement.’ And with that, the Master deftly cuffed the young man’s wrists to the iron pipe.”</i></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0vQKQzSqkCA2aflvLgWDuJOzPRBJuq9SQ_zlwPCpYsyDyhKzqcGVVYgRr22rZ3e2Nq5NQ7f84lFN3Etwsp-urfFEHSEV16DswWq8MlYbAuLWPQB1QzJIpOYA13u4nNZylcNGmBHpmMPLKBGpuE7YPFBEUmjgjxm3KHTIsXXUmCqV4PDVRRssj-s5f2s/s1097/FAR_luc_5.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Waiting for the punishment" border="0" data-original-height="1097" data-original-width="794" height="834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0vQKQzSqkCA2aflvLgWDuJOzPRBJuq9SQ_zlwPCpYsyDyhKzqcGVVYgRr22rZ3e2Nq5NQ7f84lFN3Etwsp-urfFEHSEV16DswWq8MlYbAuLWPQB1QzJIpOYA13u4nNZylcNGmBHpmMPLKBGpuE7YPFBEUmjgjxm3KHTIsXXUmCqV4PDVRRssj-s5f2s/w604-h834/FAR_luc_5.JPG" width="604" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“Our Lord returned late the next morning. He untied Lucas’ wrists and ordered him to prepare for his punishment. The boy began to protest becoming aggressive and reluctant. Our Lord called to some farm workers. They took him by the arms and brought him to the post. Lucas was forced to strip to the waist." </i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3p3kFbqqkLgAyUEBdRpeEWQ2nqiDR0ywD3HNTwTNm3v-JIi6vZmnhf4ZKBP3xmwr-7m66N-s57iNpH--bqAaM_3d7KrXv5GhPJFmgEp3lLpIq9FvfIjc2aqz_XtXa3C0U_M4tuWvM70kovZmwCuw6o9CoDB_ppGJRxIeOS1G6oTG4WZ44397DanYJ_s/s1224/FAR_luc_6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Man lead to whipping post" border="0" data-original-height="917" data-original-width="1224" height="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3p3kFbqqkLgAyUEBdRpeEWQ2nqiDR0ywD3HNTwTNm3v-JIi6vZmnhf4ZKBP3xmwr-7m66N-s57iNpH--bqAaM_3d7KrXv5GhPJFmgEp3lLpIq9FvfIjc2aqz_XtXa3C0U_M4tuWvM70kovZmwCuw6o9CoDB_ppGJRxIeOS1G6oTG4WZ44397DanYJ_s/w598-h449/FAR_luc_6.JPG" title="Lucas taken to the whipping post" width="598" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>"I couldn't wait to caress his beautiful skin. His wrists were chained and cuffed above his head on both sides of the post. Nothing would interfere with our long conversation. This time, there was nothing to prevent me from showing all my skills and power. His muscular back was just begging to be whipped. I promised myself to eradicate his arrogance. Luke is broad-shouldered and I was ready for him to know what real whipping means. I am simply the best at showing a boy the true meaning of the word ‘punishment,’” boasted Whip.</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“Hah!” sneered the cane. But the other implements told her to stop interrupting.</i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“The Lord took me up, handling me perfectly.” He told Lucas: </i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>‘I should have trained you sooner’” </i></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>“The Lord whipped me suddenly through the air. I felt I couldn't let him down." ...</i></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>To be continued...</b></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-44645843040660445682023-06-28T10:53:00.000-07:002023-06-28T10:53:04.416-07:00Slave's Fate IV<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJp7O-4g9Mm_yqgd9WssiqEJ3QHqNUT_UxVawIU0mw3umn7_kF3lQvD09uKSvsdCG3UonKULCO_u5ig5fHike1g60zpmNuMS2Sb3hMbOPBUqsKYWw1mHON3SrzZIkkAfJkJvWp7n9nSfBYzQ8cVmmHdOUP7rcKC-gFi5aqHwWOUicRQnSebURpktGPwqw/s1281/SLFATE_04.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Cover" border="0" data-original-height="1281" data-original-width="909" height="918" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJp7O-4g9Mm_yqgd9WssiqEJ3QHqNUT_UxVawIU0mw3umn7_kF3lQvD09uKSvsdCG3UonKULCO_u5ig5fHike1g60zpmNuMS2Sb3hMbOPBUqsKYWw1mHON3SrzZIkkAfJkJvWp7n9nSfBYzQ8cVmmHdOUP7rcKC-gFi5aqHwWOUicRQnSebURpktGPwqw/w651-h918/SLFATE_04.JPG" title="Slave's Fate" width="651" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-86685449701968985272023-06-20T09:59:00.001-07:002023-06-21T09:03:47.202-07:00Games<p style="text-align: justify;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj0NrWmOsBxAKIKUswZVrbDaaDICYXlfuKkiwksfT9sTRGwO5E6SkhAFlbU1Og0BOLT59955smwgiWn88bEGQZnwcTenT-zJSAPQ2xNPbP2qed1iV7nYX8Pgr1ccUxy0W-xEJgRuFma_XBY5V3ywxpMD9fQOJ1I8G53_da6BxGG6Q7R9_a3BeR4du/s904/Games_01.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="whipping announcers" border="0" data-original-height="615" data-original-width="904" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj0NrWmOsBxAKIKUswZVrbDaaDICYXlfuKkiwksfT9sTRGwO5E6SkhAFlbU1Og0BOLT59955smwgiWn88bEGQZnwcTenT-zJSAPQ2xNPbP2qed1iV7nYX8Pgr1ccUxy0W-xEJgRuFma_XBY5V3ywxpMD9fQOJ1I8G53_da6BxGG6Q7R9_a3BeR4du/w640-h436/Games_01.JPG" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Final countdown. Reich is furiously approaching his target. What a fantastic spine! Ladies and Gentlemen, forehand strike from a close distance. The whip cracks across the entire width of the back. Oh my God! Double Axel! The whip hits the victim’s back and wraps twice around his chest, first in the centre between two previous welts, and then on his nipples. Amazing! The perfect hit is rewarded with a thunderous applause and the victim’s piercing yell. Despite the fact that the audience cheers loudly after the last blow, we can clearly hear pure screams of agony. Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et Messieurs, the end! What a marvellous finale for this prisoner now hanging hopelessly in pain. That’s what I call well-delivered whipping. The 31-year-old bastard will remember this for his whole life. Many thanks to the organizers who chose the best and most challenging males to be whipped. We are now waiting for the results.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozteCUkzxMPBv1uRNxmhe72tyoJsCbDw3l728ZBCXwoxhwyZ1E9UFsNKaUS1ZzAZRLtXVgG71QJH3KfkPFlqOr03Smi6KhAQ7WzYtDIty6MsTwt9rdoGTnzH6JfmKG2NLOh5TdUvZ3vFJuFmsk3MFnGsc6GOVJF02o4d2iDQgIT3eLWbPz-mHbG2L/s1285/Games_02.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="flogging contest" border="0" data-original-height="1285" data-original-width="907" height="910" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgozteCUkzxMPBv1uRNxmhe72tyoJsCbDw3l728ZBCXwoxhwyZ1E9UFsNKaUS1ZzAZRLtXVgG71QJH3KfkPFlqOr03Smi6KhAQ7WzYtDIty6MsTwt9rdoGTnzH6JfmKG2NLOh5TdUvZ3vFJuFmsk3MFnGsc6GOVJF02o4d2iDQgIT3eLWbPz-mHbG2L/w642-h910/Games_02.JPG" width="642" /></a></p><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Some people thought young 34-year-old Willy Reich got to the finals by chance but now we can clearly see it’s not by accident. He can easily compete with older and more experienced torturers. This multi-talented warden from Wellington state prison does well with various whips. He had little trouble with the powerful cat-o-nine tails in the quarterfinal but luckily he defeated the prisoners’ arrogance to remain stoic. Cats aren’t used in Wellington since 90. Reich’s unique whipping style eludes classification, very methodical and planned on the one hand, furious and aggressive on the other. Even if he lost today, the second place would be a good start for a newbie in the tournament. His opponent defends the title… Ladies and Gentlemen, we have the results!</p><p style="text-align: justify;">9.7</p><p style="text-align: justify;">9.5</p><p style="text-align: justify;">9.5</p><p style="text-align: justify;">10.0</p><p style="text-align: justify;">9.8</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Yes! We have a new champion! William Reich becomes the winner of the whipping competition! Andrew Cross is 0.2 behind. Springfield state prison hoped to be a third-time winner in a row. Wellington will be celebrating the whole night! Don’t spare the whips, boys. Many thanks for the show. Now we are going back to the studio. </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-10385293103008551022023-06-13T13:33:00.000-07:002023-06-13T13:33:23.684-07:00Home treatment<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Qv24P3djiq-inXuU-xiGMP9vhADdyqQPqCSxGabeQyoM9lhbgKmM2dnatpdJQXbcLAhx5ZbMklJs_QPaEAQnfBuj-t6xRTG8EjK5LtUvmANTsYUQGVuN_aJBoHsCtR9sVs8Pz1YSE9bCOPB-fyBSMMEjLQWys-q_mO6J0T3kb-d0OEiza1Z8qKlU/s845/spans.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="845" data-original-width="731" height="664" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Qv24P3djiq-inXuU-xiGMP9vhADdyqQPqCSxGabeQyoM9lhbgKmM2dnatpdJQXbcLAhx5ZbMklJs_QPaEAQnfBuj-t6xRTG8EjK5LtUvmANTsYUQGVuN_aJBoHsCtR9sVs8Pz1YSE9bCOPB-fyBSMMEjLQWys-q_mO6J0T3kb-d0OEiza1Z8qKlU/w575-h664/spans.JPG" width="575" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-41943677199224557082023-05-27T06:30:00.002-07:002023-05-27T06:31:16.631-07:00Military Base III<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZz2wKyCpFijiz6FtDkEJM4d0VJ87eZ6ea6LmKsGvpJhcYMs7Nkw4ojlJp1qdAjtYKZzOvFipwEdZddON2Y_6Dc2mjiSgV7q3pqmvdsjdqnYEsuzU_XU19t3y54C0lXKqSGaETeAKypHnsg50GjOfptLNhhCb-TsyH5CX_BNIzedNXjTv6mcLJ6jNP/s274/AR_logo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="Discipline & Obedience" border="0" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="274" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZz2wKyCpFijiz6FtDkEJM4d0VJ87eZ6ea6LmKsGvpJhcYMs7Nkw4ojlJp1qdAjtYKZzOvFipwEdZddON2Y_6Dc2mjiSgV7q3pqmvdsjdqnYEsuzU_XU19t3y54C0lXKqSGaETeAKypHnsg50GjOfptLNhhCb-TsyH5CX_BNIzedNXjTv6mcLJ6jNP/w148-h126/AR_logo.JPG" title="Discipline & Obedience" width="148" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p><b><span style="color: #b45f06;">Discipline & Obedience</span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Royal Army</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">5th Regiment </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Flogestone Base</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>27th may</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Mayor</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Thomas Kenneth</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Flogestone</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dear Sir!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">First, please accept my apologies I had to cancel our meeting due to urgent duties. I was sure we'd see each other at the Harvest Festival.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I’m writing to share my problem hoping you will be able to help find a solution. I noticed a group of citizens meet near the base wall just to listen to the screams of convicts being punished. In the beginning, only a few people were gathering but now whippings attract citizens from all over the countryside.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A group of men organized a gambling contest based on the number of lashes my soldiers can withstand without screaming! The winner is a person, who gives the nearest number. Somehow civilians were able to infiltrate our base. They have knowledge of which soldiers are punished: date, order, amount of given lashes. The host who took bets even describes details of the convict's physique. I was told privates were offered money in exchange for information on how reluctant and tough particular convicts are to make better guesses.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">During the formal part before the whipping citizens make noise in excitation throwing out numbers. While the whipping punishment is administrated, there is complete silence behind the wall. Everyone waits in suspense for the first significant moan. When the soldier begins to scream loud, uproar begins again in seconds. When the crowd can’t agree if groans are loud enough to call it a scream, they begin to argue.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My soldiers have to watch punishment in silence with respect, while people outside the base amuse themselves at the misfortune of my privates. As I explained in a previous letter, I can’t stop whipping my soldiers to prevent insubordination. I hope you can issue an order to halt reprehensible practices or to ban public assemblies near military base. I still hope to meet you soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sincerely</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Andrew Taft</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">------------------</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Previous correspondence:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><<a href="https://whippedhard.blogspot.com/2023/01/military-base-ii.html">Andrew Taft to Thomas Kenneth</a>></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><<a href="https://whippedhard.blogspot.com/2022/12/military-base.html">Thomas Kenneth to Andrew Taft</a>></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidxuvUTCZaFkd5mJjx7ATAQSag24X88AUfy3gI6_ZsNA0pu3GwJuB7xOyd1ZftADm97TqWQVL41aCGb0M-BH4UlI8MTY3C_wTtP_Q0ASMCaKQjwX-oZlgkYLiR2IOrsE8QEqOwyhMIzDKFB3oP8rljw1KIGs8T2cpc1rG4tf14oa8uwprcjMBEzw6/s1194/Mili_Scr_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Crowd" border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="1194" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiidxuvUTCZaFkd5mJjx7ATAQSag24X88AUfy3gI6_ZsNA0pu3GwJuB7xOyd1ZftADm97TqWQVL41aCGb0M-BH4UlI8MTY3C_wTtP_Q0ASMCaKQjwX-oZlgkYLiR2IOrsE8QEqOwyhMIzDKFB3oP8rljw1KIGs8T2cpc1rG4tf14oa8uwprcjMBEzw6/w650-h502/Mili_Scr_2.JPG" title="Crowe" width="650" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9bv1TkJk6ykX59m-orU6fL8jVaig6js6ygj04L-YU7JyKxpHA9eivCEHitnCt4V3kZSXao0qZ_Dp85gptVw8cHKSrW4OJBR9M26Gtp1QXn5Dm0U4l9dst_wPegGmJATaGJt1AZvSceD35Rti2km4INE4XIljZTbEuV-vGdGRsABIkRCAP4QjVX0_/s1308/Mili_Scr.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Punishment in progress" border="0" data-original-height="1308" data-original-width="916" height="803" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx9bv1TkJk6ykX59m-orU6fL8jVaig6js6ygj04L-YU7JyKxpHA9eivCEHitnCt4V3kZSXao0qZ_Dp85gptVw8cHKSrW4OJBR9M26Gtp1QXn5Dm0U4l9dst_wPegGmJATaGJt1AZvSceD35Rti2km4INE4XIljZTbEuV-vGdGRsABIkRCAP4QjVX0_/w562-h803/Mili_Scr.JPG" title="Punishment in progress" width="562" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-7412602061804945002023-05-17T12:07:00.002-07:002023-05-22T10:56:07.134-07:00Slave's Fate III<p>Special report: Mutiny in the second Regiment. Punishment for 300 soldiers who turned against the Empire. Now they will witness pain and humiliation.</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Follow the fate of all captured soldiers.</li><li>Don't miss it! Schedule of all events.</li><li>Examples for the past.</li><li>Plan their torment and win a prize</li></ul><p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq4_JMnYOWNSrB8D_3Q6NcEboRCYWE_W7OYgLhyVrMp-vRUG7KjZ51KDi7heIbMU8XjcH07NKWuqmrxSnRasHk56s8vL-OO8_h300IOohzLCEbpCWbHVX61xXCdn2J1NjImElCMLzsqGnHMOA88Cz-wEibDOMNAtMOD0pQ6fSMR-xjnEaiNaisds8/s1285/SLFATE_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Cover" border="0" data-original-height="1285" data-original-width="908" height="838" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq4_JMnYOWNSrB8D_3Q6NcEboRCYWE_W7OYgLhyVrMp-vRUG7KjZ51KDi7heIbMU8XjcH07NKWuqmrxSnRasHk56s8vL-OO8_h300IOohzLCEbpCWbHVX61xXCdn2J1NjImElCMLzsqGnHMOA88Cz-wEibDOMNAtMOD0pQ6fSMR-xjnEaiNaisds8/w592-h838/SLFATE_3.JPG" title="Cover" width="592" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-38290477159601938442023-04-27T11:31:00.003-07:002023-05-06T12:49:11.328-07:00Slave's Fate II<p>Magazine for masters.</p><p>Main theme: Bounds, Chains, Ropes</p><p>Where to hit? 22 advices</p><p>Special report: When he doesn't want to scream</p><p>Interview: Marcellus Secundus talks about his slaves </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XhzxSZb5hIZLAME4ouNi66W71IxbCYW-lnylSM36EZ31ujhiE5Z3XXXlsjfdmrzG1LtywZ6Ed50kFnSXUIlRdhvTyCdoa8koUaYbehOfJ2AxZldBB56h56XFtFm8Zz2xnFFT01zKLJ4vRG024ZFCE03mOj7YB0YNIUtpUFep23z9p3hCZL389HB2/s1123/SL_F04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Cover" border="0" data-original-height="1123" data-original-width="794" height="903" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XhzxSZb5hIZLAME4ouNi66W71IxbCYW-lnylSM36EZ31ujhiE5Z3XXXlsjfdmrzG1LtywZ6Ed50kFnSXUIlRdhvTyCdoa8koUaYbehOfJ2AxZldBB56h56XFtFm8Zz2xnFFT01zKLJ4vRG024ZFCE03mOj7YB0YNIUtpUFep23z9p3hCZL389HB2/w638-h903/SL_F04.jpg" title="Cover" width="638" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-609937331348318022023-04-14T13:46:00.003-07:002023-07-15T11:25:37.102-07:00Forgotten Barn - part IV<h2 style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Britzka & Whip story</span></b></h2><p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://whippedhard.blogspot.com/2022/09/forgotten-barn-part-iii.html"><b><Previous part - Reins story></b></a></p><p style="text-align: justify;">(...) “<i>The boy should be glad that he wasn't dealing with me!</i>” said the whip. “<i>If I had given him as many lashes as you, Reins, he wouldn’t have been able to crawl home.</i>”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“<i>We all have our talents,</i>” the reins stated quietly.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Unimpressed, Bullwhip continued. “<i>I was busy elsewhere. It’s always been up to me to punish the most fractious farmworkers.</i>”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">The cane broke back in. “<i>Both of you are good at punishing the boys. But for you it was an extra job. For me, it has always been my only task. The Lord took me everywhere. We were inseparable. I accompanied him all over the world. Think about your entire careers. How many strokes have you given; How many have I? Pfff. There’s no comparison.</i>”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Quality over quantity,</i>” answered the bullwhip condescendingly. “<i>Who took care of Lucas’ back? Any guesses why he was always walking around shirtless?</i>”</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Ah, Luke,</i>” said Cane dreamily. “<i>I have always wanted to thrash him!</i>”.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">“<i>And we got in touch… literally,</i>” boasted Whip. “<i>I believe the wedding of Miss Martha is burned into him for the rest of his life,</i>” </p><p style="text-align: justify;">“<i>For sure,</i>” laughed the britzka.</p><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Tell us, tell us!</i>” came a chorus of voices. Most knew what had happened at the wedding, but after years of being together in the lonely barn, they never tired of each other’s stories.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRTPilO5K14noOWC0qa7a_d3sJ383fWOA-2PTpO9mtiXVcIUv8ReRCHB0hDvt1wuQTU7Vz93Zj0z6LdXJVd3qVvy_fI6icWHwH1bGvoghlbhwtl2ogtlvkPzJ4fXsxOhPjm0UoXj3TF3Lvn_OIALl0TT9Xa7qkFL2mHPcYpqr5MB8lUzJqxsSXWQr/s499/FAR080.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="389" data-original-width="499" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoRTPilO5K14noOWC0qa7a_d3sJ383fWOA-2PTpO9mtiXVcIUv8ReRCHB0hDvt1wuQTU7Vz93Zj0z6LdXJVd3qVvy_fI6icWHwH1bGvoghlbhwtl2ogtlvkPzJ4fXsxOhPjm0UoXj3TF3Lvn_OIALl0TT9Xa7qkFL2mHPcYpqr5MB8lUzJqxsSXWQr/s16000/FAR080.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Britzka loved to be the center of attention. “<i>I was once very beautiful. But that was a long time ago. When I was young and shapely, I moved with grace and vitality. I swayed so quietly and evenly that passengers felt like they were floating on water rather than traveling a stony road. For the wedding day, I was specially prepared, cleaned, and festooned with flowers.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whip grunted dismissively.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Britzka ignored him and continued. “<i>Oh yes. I was pulled by Perlino, a handsome young horse. He was inexperienced, but the Landlord needed a light-colored horse for the wedding. We arrived at the bride’s house. My passenger went in to visit the lady and left me in Lucas’ care. This young man had served our master for a short time before working for the bride’s family. He was stubborn, arrogant, and rather lazy.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>He hadn’t meet me yet,</i>” bragged the whip.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Shhh</i>” interjected Reins. “<i>Let Britzka tell her story.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>First,</i>” continued the carriage indignantly, “<i>the young man decided to take me for a joyride with his comrades instead of waiting for my passenger to return. Lucas used a whip to hurry the young horse. Perlino was shocked by the unkind treatment. He reared and whinnied. The rogues argued and finally unhooked the horse from me. One of Lucas’ companions tried to calm the poor animal and mount him, but then Lucas purposely gave the horse a shot with the whip. Scared, Perlino threw the unlucky rider and bolted.</i>”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJnvgFOzY7QliZXFHZPkMdKNEzSQTHgeU053gPKsA2c2nEEiLF0dKxO5M1vdKG4jbn46jLF_jXHmBUCW0sZLulHRyy1hXf_1OhCyGs36MMwy8vRIODyYyfnsZmUi6M9Ji5AhtBqypwwa0qaxUdQkpDbnzhrR6K8BU7kzYwKx18tY-w7PLoW2_EEkz0/s751/FAR_luc_0.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="751" data-original-width="607" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJnvgFOzY7QliZXFHZPkMdKNEzSQTHgeU053gPKsA2c2nEEiLF0dKxO5M1vdKG4jbn46jLF_jXHmBUCW0sZLulHRyy1hXf_1OhCyGs36MMwy8vRIODyYyfnsZmUi6M9Ji5AhtBqypwwa0qaxUdQkpDbnzhrR6K8BU7kzYwKx18tY-w7PLoW2_EEkz0/s16000/FAR_luc_0.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Just then Martha appeared with the wedding guests. The farmhands rushed to control the situation, all except Lucas of course. Our Master must have seen the whole thing because he had already appeared red in the face and looking like he was close to exploding. I guess he was holding back for the sake of the bride.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Lucas stood brazenly and didn't even bow his head. All the other carriages in the wedding procession were ready except me. Everyone was waiting. Several offered our Landlord a lift. He thanked them and said he would manage to get to the church on his own.</i>” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>The Landlord glowered at Lucas as the caravan of carriages moved away leaving the two men facing each other</i>”.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>With an impudent tone of voice, Lucas said he could catch Perlino quickly.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“‘<i>Catch?’ huffed the Landlord, ‘Stupid boy! He is probably halfway home by now. But fortunately, we have another foal right here. Take off your shirt!’ He ordered.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Surprised, but realizing the trouble he was in, Lucas slowly stripped to the waist. Deftly, the Landlord harnessed Lucas to replace Perlino and transformed the young man into a workhorse. He took the bullwhip off his belt and held it in his hand.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7JJSOWYKU-W9v4lue_WPLAi6Xdn0-6pi7eUD61hIOSgm3Cc_SGQ7F5TKcRadVF6lXrbUkIIfBu69p3_Q9sp92vX6EQhecFAcuvU0RRAjZit4XMKaQIRPTAKBRV5g_ba7LhzfD0IPSr71xPLLwsVJ2EehyveuFSDTyieQHujcTOqQXvPcnaXNgIPK/s1086/FAR_luc.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1086" data-original-width="690" height="952" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga7JJSOWYKU-W9v4lue_WPLAi6Xdn0-6pi7eUD61hIOSgm3Cc_SGQ7F5TKcRadVF6lXrbUkIIfBu69p3_Q9sp92vX6EQhecFAcuvU0RRAjZit4XMKaQIRPTAKBRV5g_ba7LhzfD0IPSr71xPLLwsVJ2EehyveuFSDTyieQHujcTOqQXvPcnaXNgIPK/w605-h952/FAR_luc.JPG" width="605" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>That’s me! That’s me!!</i>” Interrupted the whip.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Shhh!!!</i>” Came several voices from around the barn.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>I am light and small,” continued Britzka, “and the young man was very well built and strong. But despite his impressive body, Lucas was not born a draft horse. He shook me with his effort to pull me, starting and stopping. It was not a good ride. Fortunately, a large part of the route was downhill. Our Lord sat on my bench and murmured, ‘If we are late, I'll skin you alive!’ My wheels rolled and rolled until we reached the hill…</i>”</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div>Bullwhip could not control himself. Fearing britzka would focus on irrelevant details he took over. “<i>The wheels of the britzka were rolling, rolling, and I’m waiting in master’s hand for the bastard to slow down. We're going up the hill and I have to admit that I was impressed with Lucas's strength. He flexed his muscles under the strain, which only emphasized his fine broad shoulders and naturally sculpted abs. As he began the ascent, I could feel the hand of the master tighten on my hilt. ‘Gee up!’ I hear. I knew immediately what to do. Whizzzz and I landed on the boy's back. He groaned in surprise, and we accelerated.</i>”</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZR3vwOtZYD3lunrIjpzWYT4Ll2bEbc-FI_y8-bg5K3ZpRt4dhMYxqkOoilNCUCKQuVRVWLiCdhhntfan6ShqOf9gOGqUUzVX3xNQadbkl2PyCNnKp3bRH3TBt8dw3koPH89fyOXiNgC6t4ECDJGeicgfs-LmTtlxM0AC4H3lJTb2zM-3WHIoyH2J/s1078/FAR_luc_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="793" height="832" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZR3vwOtZYD3lunrIjpzWYT4Ll2bEbc-FI_y8-bg5K3ZpRt4dhMYxqkOoilNCUCKQuVRVWLiCdhhntfan6ShqOf9gOGqUUzVX3xNQadbkl2PyCNnKp3bRH3TBt8dw3koPH89fyOXiNgC6t4ECDJGeicgfs-LmTtlxM0AC4H3lJTb2zM-3WHIoyH2J/w612-h832/FAR_luc_2.JPG" width="612" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>“<i>The Lord lashed him a few times on his back,</i>” continued Bullwhip, “<i>but unfortunately, although he had no shirt, the ropes tied between Britzka and the horse collar got in the way, so I failed to deliver my most effective lashes. I couldn’t fully show what I can do. Nevertheless, we arrived at the church on time.</i>”</div><div><div><br /></div><div>“<i>A bad workman always blames his tools,</i>” jeered Cane.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>The whip ignored her and continued his story. “<i>Lucas pulled up outside the church. His fear somewhat dissipated, he removed the horse collar and let it fall to the ground. He leaned against the wall and tried to charm him with his cynical roguish smile. He kept his back to the wall not wanting to show the few, admittedly mediocre marks I had drawn.</i>”</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJDuG8YJXPj6T6PzzXvrWEievRwarvinCnjVS9L1SoqijF0x8fw12daUnvJlcFKsNLyhCxANuKTWC5dRaVzdwrg6H1-v2PTw3vNhanFGdoh3ol7Qp4WmGihQ7CdYmlIcA9ISt_xAnsaVfYdZqeysg2E9ctrHAj8PHPaHTdDzqlDs_oSStUubpFxfD/s1076/FAR_luc_3.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1076" data-original-width="792" height="822" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJDuG8YJXPj6T6PzzXvrWEievRwarvinCnjVS9L1SoqijF0x8fw12daUnvJlcFKsNLyhCxANuKTWC5dRaVzdwrg6H1-v2PTw3vNhanFGdoh3ol7Qp4WmGihQ7CdYmlIcA9ISt_xAnsaVfYdZqeysg2E9ctrHAj8PHPaHTdDzqlDs_oSStUubpFxfD/w606-h822/FAR_luc_3.JPG" width="606" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>“<i>I was shocked when our Lord coiled me up and handed me over to the boy saying, ‘Go back to the manor. If the horse has not returned, find him. You will wait for my return. This whip is your new best friend. He and your back will meet again soon.’</i>”</div><div><br /></div><div>“<i>Lucas’ face paled. He solemnly nodded his understanding of what awaited him.</i>”</div></div><div><br /></div></div><div><span style="text-align: justify;">“<i>Suddenly the bride appeared. Approaching us, I was truly afraid that she was coming to the rescue the boy and ask her uncle for mercy because of her wedding. Instead, she merely smiled. Looking at Lucas's bare chest but addressing the Landlord she said, ‘The whipping post is waiting for you, Uncle.’</i>”</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">“<i>I've always said that Miss Martha is a prudent, smart creature,</i>” laughed the britzka.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://whippedhard.blogspot.com/2023/07/forgotten-barn-part-v.html"><b><Next part - Bullwhip story></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Many thanks to <a href="http://www.gayspankart.com/piwigo/">Strictop</a> for improving the text.</div>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-47829396703604322042023-04-01T08:17:00.002-07:002023-04-01T08:17:50.633-07:00April 1<p>Andy heard the belt withdrawn from uncle's waist, the sound of leather and metal slicing through the air. He knew it was time to bend over and wait for the punishment. </p><p>- Time for your punishment spanking. I’ll go easy on you today. You can keep your pants on.</p><p>- Thanks, Mr. O’Brien.</p><p>- Ha ha ha, April Fool! Strip and assume the position! </p><p>The beating was even harder, and more merciless than usual...</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBjMogGaxj8vz3B0GxUmnKcqekxtJJLJxNV5x7BIDGWE2qE3dCc3bHJIjxzBovTqIeuo4JeZhsUXznLyOpV_vy544AfJinzzRAMwVYk2lF3UvVoV9uC-tg-rjyLnrK-vsa0YjyzKMUW5Sp-ZLJAZ0R4MgpyR9MfUI6CtavQI4E-T9po-vJ7N7v1Hxd/s1105/april.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="752" data-original-width="1105" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBjMogGaxj8vz3B0GxUmnKcqekxtJJLJxNV5x7BIDGWE2qE3dCc3bHJIjxzBovTqIeuo4JeZhsUXznLyOpV_vy544AfJinzzRAMwVYk2lF3UvVoV9uC-tg-rjyLnrK-vsa0YjyzKMUW5Sp-ZLJAZ0R4MgpyR9MfUI6CtavQI4E-T9po-vJ7N7v1Hxd/w640-h436/april.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-14980368136553961642023-03-04T02:50:00.001-08:002023-03-04T02:50:50.359-08:00The beginning<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpROJhIQ0-fjWDx6ezN-0vaK8nO63_enhQuhqaskGRbpxNtJBgbtguZoLrEx3J6YdtEYWmPfzkjiMWLIvZBJcFuGV00twURsG3r6wpGEuJxzD58Gso51odGMXnUYYd57gGoqNBq-dSYv1uXWNqY2rSpMw5dWMX4dSu3SCqp8Ye6i9hVeP1RaFp2Je1/s1043/Jaxonn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="710" data-original-width="1043" height="421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpROJhIQ0-fjWDx6ezN-0vaK8nO63_enhQuhqaskGRbpxNtJBgbtguZoLrEx3J6YdtEYWmPfzkjiMWLIvZBJcFuGV00twURsG3r6wpGEuJxzD58Gso51odGMXnUYYd57gGoqNBq-dSYv1uXWNqY2rSpMw5dWMX4dSu3SCqp8Ye6i9hVeP1RaFp2Je1/w617-h421/Jaxonn.JPG" width="617" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Crack! Thick whip sliced his back. Jaxon flexed his muscles and clenched his fists.<p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-77904962243662568342023-02-19T07:53:00.003-08:002023-05-06T12:49:25.789-07:00Slave's Fate<p>Magazine for masters. New number available!</p><p></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Exclusive inquiry: Slave trader explains how to buy a perfect slave</li><li>Echoes of pain: Screams for 9 days: professional torturer describes enemy soldier's interrogation</li><li>Most unpleasant bondage techniques chosen by slaves</li><li>Special report: Ranking of the whips</li><li>Fashion: Today's trends in marking your slave</li></ul><p></p><p>Read it!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY-87M3vnbYN2jHD1vi8PaZfPL9WUwBurwCQwjamzILxDlxOIWMjVgTMZyO30wtMBoZ9C_pyiDt-L0hqkN2KqEF8R7JAmJY1_K9yUFEchk5e1wQY3rFCBu6h9P4zgx1zyjwi17_IE3a3nzCYaLsj0hQ8lGrvp_xiiWGNfPV4RyMk7eQG5Fxw-tp2m/s1305/Slave_Fate.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Slave's Fate" border="0" data-original-height="1305" data-original-width="897" height="908" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRY-87M3vnbYN2jHD1vi8PaZfPL9WUwBurwCQwjamzILxDlxOIWMjVgTMZyO30wtMBoZ9C_pyiDt-L0hqkN2KqEF8R7JAmJY1_K9yUFEchk5e1wQY3rFCBu6h9P4zgx1zyjwi17_IE3a3nzCYaLsj0hQ8lGrvp_xiiWGNfPV4RyMk7eQG5Fxw-tp2m/w624-h908/Slave_Fate.JPG" title="Slave's Fate" width="624" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-7365778009895029072023-02-15T11:52:00.003-08:002023-02-15T11:52:34.904-08:00The bill<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- Finally, you ended up in my hands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- You are brave when I'm tied up! Relase me at once and let's see how brave you are.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- Imprudent as always. It makes your torment more enjoyable. You can talk, to the whip. Give him 100 lashes.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZkdo54jVF-igi_n9YfvzKqFqSyiWUsLmxeJsF2AgIC7GlNEVnAvGBIUUKTOklNZyMN_LD7AYBPfvLFwSauxU1d6HCZTNK6ao00yD1Epgy58u_75ZSUaAaOSJ6sdsiwV7GdU2mWz9eFk3I56VRQzf7pkzqZDYoyzXY28YqM-tVEEWRlNLnBP9wAvB/s986/imprudent.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="986" data-original-width="699" height="896" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZkdo54jVF-igi_n9YfvzKqFqSyiWUsLmxeJsF2AgIC7GlNEVnAvGBIUUKTOklNZyMN_LD7AYBPfvLFwSauxU1d6HCZTNK6ao00yD1Epgy58u_75ZSUaAaOSJ6sdsiwV7GdU2mWz9eFk3I56VRQzf7pkzqZDYoyzXY28YqM-tVEEWRlNLnBP9wAvB/w635-h896/imprudent.JPG" width="635" /></a></div><p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-73434428773154171282023-02-06T13:58:00.002-08:002023-02-06T13:59:19.540-08:00Don't mess with the boss<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqL5fA1lvdKCNQIy52hGzC5ig84zaJJiL0dxlhdYbW7iaDew2M-055G7pxPBelt7KLvO6IZk0EBS7ZaeC2-yMs3S8V6jVXTK9Bso9h8WDMsBRTF94n_VUTBaSXUnpAlHM2eBxyKiYCHHNerhwyndyXUTAVJCrC773sopKdwrEzlKrDI_PYothumQU/s749/DIMA1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="659" height="697" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqL5fA1lvdKCNQIy52hGzC5ig84zaJJiL0dxlhdYbW7iaDew2M-055G7pxPBelt7KLvO6IZk0EBS7ZaeC2-yMs3S8V6jVXTK9Bso9h8WDMsBRTF94n_VUTBaSXUnpAlHM2eBxyKiYCHHNerhwyndyXUTAVJCrC773sopKdwrEzlKrDI_PYothumQU/w615-h697/DIMA1.JPG" width="615" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-67097798991228516662023-01-28T10:47:00.002-08:002023-01-28T10:47:24.599-08:00I know how you feel<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The Duke ordered him to punish other slave. He gave strict orders "no mercy". It was uncomfortable to whip one of their companions in misery. However nobody wants to risk disobeying their master.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vVDHd3_9JEev2WrxgUlkBV-opUS4kmQDUg0JhMPxtFdXaXFErfrQiqtgE2Gd3Bj4Tqd2HsmR7IGpi6eIzR8z495Yi3p5jsu-xzHcSAK7Fwol1eexHSF4ir1yaADRNrYSxNDfEBrX_62AQuljtOo1jap2pE6RMF8gD2vNYEz8sbkvdTJ5q1cV-hr3/s1140/Insta3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="869" height="822" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vVDHd3_9JEev2WrxgUlkBV-opUS4kmQDUg0JhMPxtFdXaXFErfrQiqtgE2Gd3Bj4Tqd2HsmR7IGpi6eIzR8z495Yi3p5jsu-xzHcSAK7Fwol1eexHSF4ir1yaADRNrYSxNDfEBrX_62AQuljtOo1jap2pE6RMF8gD2vNYEz8sbkvdTJ5q1cV-hr3/w626-h822/Insta3.JPG" width="626" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-79407291484301238632023-01-19T12:20:00.002-08:002023-01-19T12:20:35.868-08:00Evening in prison<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZhDMCA5hRnkUB-rs9giMRsbI5toQtRUyoJ3rkHpXn2IfzS4_tlH_2CAA85YPDOXDCaEfLIfXZXGpb8nQAZL-0YPfXrP5WZfO5Sxk65eB8ySLyN_wCnEH8MNQjkxatwlnG0TXzbE5PRuq5l0khNapCVkJFoUZLgkRnj1lIYQ8UnsjYQk9Z7m7ZJmF/s651/wiez1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="605" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZhDMCA5hRnkUB-rs9giMRsbI5toQtRUyoJ3rkHpXn2IfzS4_tlH_2CAA85YPDOXDCaEfLIfXZXGpb8nQAZL-0YPfXrP5WZfO5Sxk65eB8ySLyN_wCnEH8MNQjkxatwlnG0TXzbE5PRuq5l0khNapCVkJFoUZLgkRnj1lIYQ8UnsjYQk9Z7m7ZJmF/s16000/wiez1.JPG" title="Naked men watching punishment" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wwm_KCk-cE4WFD6eOZHl_K15iKcLPmPYvbjZwdO1ER3-A1nlp7JVoqswmDya0hhQBigdGu2JiB_B0zsepDEl1q8ay9dwGenbDfb5456jCH3im0_pD3vr7ko1wcwkGm7WgF-pG-GjGEKz3Lim3OOAD47aB9G641rEJKLgc6sxsucT8Omuu55LeNp2/s607/wiez2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="607" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wwm_KCk-cE4WFD6eOZHl_K15iKcLPmPYvbjZwdO1ER3-A1nlp7JVoqswmDya0hhQBigdGu2JiB_B0zsepDEl1q8ay9dwGenbDfb5456jCH3im0_pD3vr7ko1wcwkGm7WgF-pG-GjGEKz3Lim3OOAD47aB9G641rEJKLgc6sxsucT8Omuu55LeNp2/s16000/wiez2.JPG" title="Whipping in modern prison" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-59264861129739769232023-01-09T12:09:00.005-08:002023-05-27T00:38:52.060-07:00Military Base II<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZz2wKyCpFijiz6FtDkEJM4d0VJ87eZ6ea6LmKsGvpJhcYMs7Nkw4ojlJp1qdAjtYKZzOvFipwEdZddON2Y_6Dc2mjiSgV7q3pqmvdsjdqnYEsuzU_XU19t3y54C0lXKqSGaETeAKypHnsg50GjOfptLNhhCb-TsyH5CX_BNIzedNXjTv6mcLJ6jNP/s274/AR_logo.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Discipline & Obedience" border="0" data-original-height="233" data-original-width="274" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZz2wKyCpFijiz6FtDkEJM4d0VJ87eZ6ea6LmKsGvpJhcYMs7Nkw4ojlJp1qdAjtYKZzOvFipwEdZddON2Y_6Dc2mjiSgV7q3pqmvdsjdqnYEsuzU_XU19t3y54C0lXKqSGaETeAKypHnsg50GjOfptLNhhCb-TsyH5CX_BNIzedNXjTv6mcLJ6jNP/w148-h126/AR_logo.JPG" title="Discipline & Obedience" width="148" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Discipline & Obedience</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><b>26th April</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Thomas Kenneth</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Flogestone Mayor</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm writing this letter in response to <<a href="https://whippedhard.blogspot.com/2022/12/military-base.html"><b>your letter</b></a>> received on 16 April. Please accept my apologies for my stubborn soldiers and the inconvenience they bring to your magnificent town. I fully understand your approach. However, we can not remove flogging punishment from our code. Discipline is crucial in the army and sometimes it needs to be enforced the hard way. Every insubordination must be severely punished. Flogging may be considered cruel, but my privates are strong men, and they can endure a lot. Screams and moans are only proof the whipping is delivered properly. Some soldiers must taste the hell of the whip on their muscular backs. It's necessary not only for them, for the army, but also to benefit the town. Nearly half of the cases court martial investigates deal with soldiers' behavior during the pass. I kindly remind you, the town council sent us a request to increase the severity of punishments due to the soldiers' outrageous behavior in their free time. The increased number of whippings we had lately, greater number of lashes, and higher severity is a response to the town petition. For example, last week 6 privates were flogged for getting drunk and having a fight in the pub. The whip on their muscular backs makes them remember to behave the next time they are outside the base. I won't accept any violence against civilians. I believe citizens prefer to listen to the soldiers' screams for a while rather than being frightened by undisciplined privates. To be honest, If I haven't heard screams of agony during punishment, I'd flog them myself again to make sure their suffering meets the needs to keep them in line. The number of lashes may be adjusted. The intensity is not. Full-force whipping is the only one I can accept.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm afraid we can not move the flogging to the other place. The whipping post is placed into the center of the base on purpose. Soldiers should witness corporal punishment to have its preventive effect. However, I ordered to abandon floggings during weekends and holidays to reduce inconvenience for the citizens. I also consider flogging men for minor offenses in the training camps located away from the buildings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I hope we can meet next week and discuss the problem like a man to a man.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Sincerely</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Colonel</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Andrew Taft</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJ1j4ZTgPDpVBMCF2tnJBrK4zWmo3J3_zSaeiKq_2-Y3NkhhoflWK9C-WfQGuhOAFCe8phfHvoP69l1SrzTTz61ZhqzWpQ9obadEx2JqRUkJCWfrwbh4EeRUqupXwPKEXG0UhAk9jy9i39ax6Gd5sE49MwRTCx5NCkwMDObrKB4zJHbBLZn_7cnQX/s980/mili_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Residents listen to the cries of soldier being whipped" border="0" data-original-height="697" data-original-width="980" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivJ1j4ZTgPDpVBMCF2tnJBrK4zWmo3J3_zSaeiKq_2-Y3NkhhoflWK9C-WfQGuhOAFCe8phfHvoP69l1SrzTTz61ZhqzWpQ9obadEx2JqRUkJCWfrwbh4EeRUqupXwPKEXG0UhAk9jy9i39ax6Gd5sE49MwRTCx5NCkwMDObrKB4zJHbBLZn_7cnQX/w659-h470/mili_2.JPG" width="659" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b></div></div>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887776691862796537.post-53584915441248099862022-12-31T14:00:00.002-08:002023-12-31T11:59:32.182-08:00Happy New Year 2023<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let's celebrate! I'll burn 2023 mark with hot iron. It's gonna hurt. It's going to be a good year for me, and a lot of pain for you. You may scream, nobody will hear it in this abandoned area. Cheer up, last count down: 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Psssssssss</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqR1ZpZfYRjU-09f9fHBwh5yMwPg09wvVRAbAt-dU2oz_BG3o46Ds98T_XqsULcW31zzYJhKz5--ybep1X5L8tZjyCYOKlS6fskQyZgeZisYg9dDccSIDULNxQIyALbRvjTau8kg5pXtVl_0KdOeh36o_4C6h-nneslHMfRxMuq9hA9cNfFL_6MMJ2/s1093/2023a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1093" data-original-width="772" height="878" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqR1ZpZfYRjU-09f9fHBwh5yMwPg09wvVRAbAt-dU2oz_BG3o46Ds98T_XqsULcW31zzYJhKz5--ybep1X5L8tZjyCYOKlS6fskQyZgeZisYg9dDccSIDULNxQIyALbRvjTau8kg5pXtVl_0KdOeh36o_4C6h-nneslHMfRxMuq9hA9cNfFL_6MMJ2/w620-h878/2023a.JPG" width="620" /></a></div><br />Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Guidohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357785799092713560noreply@blogger.com0